Chapter 441: The Spirit Realm (1)
“...That concludes it.”
Dushala finally finished reading the lengthy report, long enough to reach the floor. She seemed satisfied.
“That’s impressive.”
“The continent has never seen combat of this level before.”
“Indeed. I can’t believe the entire continent was a battlefield.”
“We couldn’t have managed without Toska’s solar bombardment. Wiping out all of Hekqet’s minions in one go? Absolutely incredible. They stopped being scary after their commanders were reduced to ash.”
Despite the colossal scale of the battle—involving as much as two million troops—the damage was negligible.
The people had been celebrating ever since Hekqet’s trident was embedded in the Thousand-Year Ice Cave, and it didn’t seem like they would stop soon. Finally free from the horrors of war, soldiers and civilians alike could finally breathe a sigh of relief over shared drinks and warm meals, arranged by Karyl himself.
Dushala had voiced her concerns about the risks of wielding the Raging Gale’s power, but Karyl remained unfazed. What mattered to him were their two victories—both deeply significant. Compared to the tens of thousands of sacrifices in his past life, the Free Nation was performing brilliantly.
Indeed, the future he envisioned revolved around just that—avoiding sacrifices in the prophesied war. Though it was far from over, Karyl allowed himself to bask in this victory, if only a little.
“As formidable as Toska’s power was, it wasn’t everything. The battle would’ve been grueling without us, eh?” Hwarin beamed, her expression proud.
“She’s right, you know?” Greys agreed, seemingly eager to flatter the tribeswoman.