The return journey was much cleaner than the way there.
The large-scale battles had ceased, with the Slave Legion retreating like the tide, taking their spoils and corpses back with them, while most of the Wizards had already left, leaving only a few watch posts behind.
The forest seemed to have fallen into a brief silence after some sort of shock, even those surviving luminescent plants appeared dull and dim.
The Duke walked silently, his mind replaying every detail of how the Moon Wells were completely extracted.
The massive energy columns, the precise liquid Mithril encapsulation, Vika's effortless control... all of these repeatedly confirmed the difficulty of acquiring the Moon Wells, but also further clarified the blueprint in his mind.
