— "Why are they retreating?"
— "Idiot! It's better than the war to continue!"
— Get on your feet! Help our wounded comrades!"
The voices of the empire's soldiers, either ordinary ones, true warriors, or skilled mages, began to recede as the Squadron Captains overseeing the border commanded their respective subordinates.
The reasons behind the undeads' sudden retreat, as some of them returned to dust, didn't matter; the important thing was that they were spared, knowing that a battle of attrition against the seemingly eternally spawning monsters would lead to the crumbling of this fortified fortress.
Although the monsters under the Death Lord's command gradually vanished, the soldiers still remained alert as they helped each other.
