Chapter 325
"WOAAAHHH!"
"UOOOOOO!"
The cries of the beasts showed no signs of ceasing. Covered head to toe in frozen bloodstains, the Frostmaw roared.
Everyone rejoiced in the victory—except for Seol.
'In reality, the Emon haven't lost much. It's too early to celebrate.'
Thanks to Seol and Bron's efforts, they managed to eliminate countless moles that charged at the Frostmaw, eliminating three giant mutated ones in the process.
'It isn't enough.'
They needed something more substantial to achieve a definitive victory. If Left unchecked, the moles’ numbers would multiply like mushrooms after rain. The war would become one of countless skirmishes if they left this happen, eventually putting them at a disadvantage.
Although it was a victory, they needed an even greater one.
