The battle was over as corpse after corpse of zombies fell to the ground.
Thud… thud… thud…
Bodies hit the ground constantly, but the survivors' eyes were all fixed on the main battlefield as the dust slowly cleared.
Then their faces sank into horror.
Lucien stood with his back to them, but beneath his feet was a giant pool of blood.
"Boss…" Jeff called out, his steps sluggish, his eyes growing misty with each passing second.
"It couldn't be…" Daemon murmured and he wasn't the only one.
The joy and happiness they had felt from winning the battle vanished, replaced only by disbelief.
If Lucien had traded his life for this victory… then what was left?
"We won."
Just then, that familiar voice echoed.
Lucien turned back. Aside from a few bruises and minor cuts, he was mostly fine.
"Yes—we won!!"
It took a moment before they reacted. No one knew who shouted first, but they all followed.
"We won!!"
Cheers erupted as the survivors shouted and clapped in joy.
