"So Frost Bear, how are you holding up?" The Premier asked Blaz as his horse approached with a whole legion on his back.
"You want a full one or a brief one, sir?"
"Just a brief one, dear. This city looks like a mess. We need to prepare if any other region tried to reclaim it while we're damaged."
"Understood."
Blaz recapped the story in 2 sentences and then began telling Premier about the casualty of all this. Though he also said that most of their loss happened because of the angels' arrival.
The battalion once consists of at least 1000 soldiers with 30 platoons each consisting of 35+ soldiers. From the start of their journey, they've lost 196 lycans, 32 humans, 17 faeries, 287 demons, and 118 elves.
"Exactly 650, huh? That's quite high for your standards, Frost Bear." Premier seemed disappointed.
"Deepest apology, sir." Blaz bowed his head.
