Hundreds of kilometers away from the shores of Kylen Country, a young man, and a small yellow cat emerged from the waters. Vlad and Jormungandr were exhausted, their bodies heavy from the intense battle they had just fought. Yet, broad smiles spread across their faces, a mixture of relief and triumph lighting up their eyes.
It was true that three of the Harvesters had managed to escape, but the amount of biomass contained within those was insignificant compared to the colossal losses the Leviathans had suffered around the shore.
"Well," Vlad began, his voice hoarse but filled with satisfaction, "we did it."
Jormungandr nodded, his small form bobbing slightly with the movement of the water. "Three escaped, but considering we destroyed twenty of them, I'd say that's a victory."