Mopping up the nearby demons was easy after the devastation that had been wrecked on them just now. There was a moment of relative peace after the Psionics had surrounded the dimensional fold that led to the demon base.
Whoever was on the other side must've been biding their time, gathering forces.
But there was still fighting going in the Glass Fields, and no one forgot it for a moment. Exemplars still fought Angor only a hundred meters away now, and the sooner the point was secured, the sooner Psionics from other squads could go to help. And the main battle still showed no signs of slowing down.
Everybody got busy. Field medics were patching up the wounded, while the rest split between watching over the area and building fortifications.
