Leonard Churchill retraced his original path.
As he had predicted, the battle here had already come to an end.
The members of the Fierce Beast Legion ultimately fell, counted in their entirety among the dead.
The dozen or so bodies had been impaled on a wooden stake, lined up like spoils of war.
The scene was rather bloody; most were missing an arm or a head, their guts spilled out onto the ground.
These corpses, it seemed, had been recognised by the Red Baron for their strength, and so were left hanging there.
Left as food.
Or perhaps as food for later.
Their equipment and their Storage Rings were lying beside their bodies.
Like the few relics from before, the Earthbound Chain, Guillotine of King Louis, and the Flashing Heart-piercing Sword.
It's not that the demons are not interested in the equipment, but probably because of the patch applied by the spatial will.
It made them turn a blind eye to some equipment that did not fit the era.
