Night had fallen, and the lights in Blazing Fire Mall still shone brightly, with vehicles moving hurriedly but orderly down the streets, transporting batches of war supplies toward the city wall defense zones.
Watching the bustling transport workers, several mercenary leaders of extraordinary status once again gathered.
"What do you think, is the catastrophe nearing its end?"
"Is it?"
"Haven't you noticed? The frequency of the Empress's interventions has noticeably decreased these past few days, and the defense line seems not so perilous anymore."
"No..."
The leader who hosted the gathering finally spoke up.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled and dry, with his eye sockets sunk inwards, but despite this, he continued to diligently record a multitude of data, filling pages of parchment to the brim.
