They fled toward the outskirts in miserable condition, running for their lives.
Luna's spell had opened the way and relieved some of the pressure, but the pursuit continued for a very long time before they finally managed to lose the monsters and put enough distance between themselves and the city.
The raid had left many of them wounded.
And even those who had avoided the worst injuries were utterly exhausted…
Both physically and mentally.
Even the victors did not look like victors.
They looked like survivors who had barely escaped a massacre.
...
...
...
Inside one of the distant bonfires…
Silence descended once more.
The flames reflected across their exhausted faces while some sat directly on the ground, too drained to even remove their weapons.
The priest was attempting to treat Jackson, yet he stopped several times, shock written all over his face.
"This… is impossible."
He muttered while staring at the giant's body.
