The battle was over.
From the beginning to the end of the invasion, 10 minutes had passed, and all the enemies of the battalion that accompanied Minos had been brutally killed.
Bodies without heads, limbs of different people tossed about, could be seen in that place, which was now dyed red with the blood of those many people who had died there.
The scenery was like that of a war, holes in the floors, destroyed walls, and a dense smell that would make any more sensitive person feel nauseous and anxious.
And in this devastated environment, the soldiers of Minos were already beginning to gather, as they sighed wearily, after trying so hard to defeat their enemies.
They were genuinely tired. After all, even though their battle techniques were better than those of their enemies, these Sergeants were still outnumbered. Therefore, each of them needed to rest for a while as they regained their energy.
