On the third day of Feng Yi's return to Alpha, after a day of cleaning, no traces of the retreating imperial forces could be found in the Shadow District.
Despite the Flame Legion's lack of cold weather supplies, the winter night's temperatures could not cool their fiery enthusiasm. John excitedly ran towards the command tent, his footsteps crunching in the snow, "Report."
"Come in."
"General, no traces of Bergheide's forces have been spotted in the Shadow District. They might all have been annihilated."
"Well done, strengthen the guard and do not slacken. We must completely drive out the imperial soldiers within three days—oh, and give the soldiers more beef tonight."
"Understood. But General, I have a question. Should it be mentioned?"
"Speak freely."
"Why must it be within three days? The soldiers are very fatigued right now."
