Chapter 38: Aftermath of the Battle
For a week, the beast tide raged.
And when the dust finally settled, the numbers were revealed.
The devastation was incomprehensible.
Millions of civilians lay dead, their bodies scattered across the remnants of once-thriving cities. The beast had torn apart some, others trampled in the mad scramble for safety. Entire bloodlines had been erased, leaving nothing but echoes of the lives that once were.
The warriors—those sworn to protect—had not fared much better. Hundreds of thousands perished, from seasoned Grandmasters to hopeful novices who had been thrust into battle too soon. They had fought valiantly, but the relentless tide had swallowed them whole.
The land bore the scars of war. Towns and villages had been reduced to rubble, and charred ruins stood where bustling marketplaces had once been. The scent of blood and ash still lingered in the air, carried by the wind that whispered through the ghostly remains of what had once been civilization.
But the worst part?
The Earth Clan had failed to suppress the truth.
They had always controlled the narrative, ensuring that no matter how dire a situation became, the people only saw what they were allowed to see. But this time, the destruction was too vast, too widespread. There were too many witnesses, and too many whispers carried beyond their borders.
And the rest of the world had noticed.
The moment the war ended, messengers moved like wildfire across the continents.