After the great battle, of the million-strong dark army, the surviving one third fled in all directions to the grass plain, Blackleaf forest, and within Black Lava Dukedom.
The warriors, having fought for seven days and seven nights straight, did not have the energy to pursue them. They were so exhausted that they could sleep on the piles of corpses…
Many of the warriors had been hanging onto their last breath to endure through the battles.
Only when the danger was over, the warriors were able to relax…
They could finally rest.
In the final battle, it was a fortunate outcome that the Advanced devils were defeated. Otherwise, the allied forces would be destroyed.
When the dark creatures lost their devil commanders, they became like dispersed sand.
William and Lancelot stood at a far corner as they watched the Devil's Dens collapsing. The booming sounds reverberated in the air.
