"Did we win? I guess?" - Ramiel stated dryly and without emotion. He wasn't sure about that. On paper, the hunters came out of the clash victorious, but one look at them was enough for him to doubt his words.
Some of them had lost further will to fight. They surrendered like cowards and accepted the fate awaiting them. He could easily deduce this from their desperate and dull eyes. They lacked the sparkle, that modest but insanely important spark of life and motivation that would push them to the next step.
Without it, they were nothing more than cannon fodder on the front lines. However, Ramiel wasn't too concerned about this. The mental state of the hunters wasn't his problem. It was within Lily's competence to maintain proper morale among her charges. She was in a leadership role, not him.
