Mountain looked a little better than before as he watched the ones who had fought beside him and survived cleaning up the battlefield.
He was still bare chested, and the dent on his chest became obvious as his earth armor was not in the way anymore now that he didn't need it. His breath also remained shallower than usual, but the blood from his wounds and from his lips had stopped flowing and looked to have been rudimentarily cleaned.
His carved stone-like muscles would have attracted attention, mostly from the opposite gender and those not straight, but the frozen statues on the plain that had been the theater of the decisive battle were more attention grabbing. Especially for those who came from the rear, like the logistics division.
As they were helping the wounded, horrified by the middle-age-like battlefield and the wet soil of the plain that had changed color, they were throwing glances at the three meter tall frozen beings that were fixed in place.
