It was nighttime when the enemy has been defeated and Galaer was safe. The damage was severe but rebuilding it is no problem for the Galaerians. Everyone rejoiced and in the castle, there was a huge celebration until an injured and dying messenger barged in the hall.
Messenger: The Capital... Eleaviel... is... under attack... Emperor... Empress... Dead... Princess... dungeon. Ugh...
Paladin: Hey! Wake up! Darn.
The floor was bloody. Everyone panicked after hearing the news. It'll be too late to recruit new soldiers for now. Rushing to the capital, the three of you recruited only a few soldiers.
Paladin: If the capital falls into the hands of the enemy and killed the heir to Eleaviel, we're doomed. I've sent the support team in the mountain to help us traverse our way. There may still be hostile enemies but we can handle them.
Huntress: We need to hurry. We can recruit soldiers along the way.