After a short while, the Battle of the Lords came to an end.
…Finally.
All the Nagas had been killed, and apparently, the Lords they had been fighting were dead as well. Yet despite that, no one was celebrating because, truly speaking, nobody had the strength left for it. All everyone could think of right now was getting off this godforsaken realm.
The cadets were now huddled in small groups to recover a bit of their energy. Some could be seen drinking fluids from their haversacks, while others were discussing the situation with their friends and units. Many others were tying their clothes as makeshift bandages around their wounds.
Of course, there were many healers among the cadets, but after the battle they had just fought, no one had any mana left for anything. The only people still working were those with scouting skills, as they needed to determine if they were truly safe and if it was possible to keep moving forward.
