After a long night of fighting the hoard of monsters, the battle was finally over as the sun shone brightly once more, ushering in a brand-new day to begin a brand-new life and adventure.
Hundreds of soldiers died in the hoard of monsters, particularly at the hands of the variant orc leader's ring of fire, so the survivors aren't overjoyed with their victories.
The destruction shows them how insignificant they are in the face of absolute strength; even numbers are meaningless. They, like ants and flies, die so quickly when confronted with absolute strength that numbers can no longer be used to win.
"Uhh, brother, you can rest now, and I will send your words to your family," one of the soldiers cried as he witnessed one of his comrades die after giving a word to be sent to his family. He thought he and this comrade had survived the tragedy, but that was wishful thinking as he searched and finally saw his comrades lying on the ground, weak and unable to use their strength.
Not only he, but all the soldiers who fought on the front lines are the same. They run around looking for their friends and other fight survivors, only to find their lifeless bodies on the ground.
The bodies of these comrades were burned, smashed, separated, eaten, played with, and hung. It was heartbreaking to see because some of these dead bodies still had horror on their faces, allowing soldiers from the center camp to see how shocked and scared they were when they saw the monster, only to die with grief in their hearts.
Not only the soldiers, but also the knights, as they finally see the dead bodies of their fellow knights to be beyond recognizable, only the gloves and sword crest identifying him as one of them made them recognize him as a knight.
It was truly tragic for them because they were unable to accept the outcome of the fight. If you asked them if the fight was worth winning at the expense of their comrades, they would only give a weary smile and say, "no."
Even if they had agreed to sacrifice themselves from the beginning in order to save the city and their families, it was still unacceptable to them, causing them to fail to recognize reality because some of these soldiers and knights were still young, and dying in this battle sealed their future and the hopes of their families, particularly a future descendant of theirs. What kind of life could their family lead while grieving the loss of their sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers?
Only time will tell.
"Captain Tark, we can't find Zion anywhere on the battlefield—not even a corpse.
We searched the area and found nothing," one of the soldiers with minor injuries reported to Tark.
"Not even a corpse?"
So, where is our benefactor?
How can he vanish like that?
Or did something happen to him?"
Tark's face became solemn as their savior vanished after winning the fight, and he gripped his bed with rage as he remembered his bastardly second young master.
"Pay attention. Take stronger soldiers who can search the area. Whatever happened to our Savior, we need to know. Also, instruct the remaining soldiers to be especially vigilant at night. If something goes wrong, notify me immediately."
Tark awoke two hours after Zion vanished, his breathing heavy and painful. He checked himself, using his energy, and only gave a tired smile as he realized his body was severely injured and that, due to the severity of his injuries, he might not be able to fight for another six months. When he looked at Zaban, he realized that his right hand was in the same condition as his, and he could only sigh for such a tragic outcome to this battle against monsters.
"Yes, captain," the soldier bowed as he gave knight captain Tark a confident and serious look before leaving the tent.
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After the fight, the healers with Tesia, Baku, and Gord dashed to the frontline to assist the injured. Even though only a few people arrived, it was still preferable to the soldier performing first aid on himself.
Tesia, Gord, and Baku also join the search for Zion after hearing Tark's word about him. They were astounded by Zion's bravery and fearlessness when confronted by the variant orc leader and how he killed the orc variant, but the killing was only mentioned in the report because they didn't witness the actual one-on-one fight, and that's how Zion vanished and the shitty orc leader's body lay lifeless on the ground.
"Damn, that kid gave me a heart attack hearing how strong he was," Baku said, commenting on Zions' battle against a four-star monster.
"Yeah, such genius, even royal families will compel their princesses to marry such a brilliant son-in-law, even if he lacks bloodline,
All the noble houses threw their money at him to keep him because of his strength and star rank level.
But where would Zion possibly be?
Is Captain Tark correct?
Is it possible that the bastardly second young master returned and dragged him away?
If so, this is a bad sign." Gord expressed his thoughts to Tesia and Baku, who both gave a solemn expression.
"Yes, if that happened in Zion's current condition, he wouldn't be able to stand.
We must rescue him regardless; if Kain awakens and learns about Zion, he will totally march to the Atkin family for questioning." Tesia remarked as she pondered the outcome.
"Hey, even if Kain marched to House Atkin, he wouldn't be hurt, because we all know how tolerant and magnanimous the Atkins are, unlike the arrogant Aliadel," Baku responded to the two.
Boom... On Bakus' words, it was as if lightning struck Gord and Tesia's minds, and their faces turned pale as they forgot Shane's Grandfather's House.
"Shit, we'd better explain to the fool and keep an eye on him no matter what," Gord said, looking at Tesia.
While Tesia clutched her hand and nodded solemnly to Gord.
"What warned?" Baku, like a fool, didn't process his words and just started blabbering.