Atlas stood once more atop the ceremonial plaza. The sight before him made him pause for a moment.
The population of Gacha Haven had grown far beyond what he remembered. It had multiplied several times over. They had now surpassed one thousand residents.
From the final victory against Morvain alone, Atlas had gained three hundred and forty combatants, along with seventy five workers.
It turned out that after the battle ended and Morvain was slain, the dense forest on that island began to change. Some of the trees released those who had been trapped within them.
It was a truly horrific method of warfare. The enemy lord had sacrificed his own people, turning them into living shields. No matter the justification, war always demanded sacrifices. But this was different.
Those people had been imprisoned, forced to receive damage meant for others. They had no way to defend themselves. No way to fight back.
