After a while, a flash of light flickered, and Nightmare disappeared from where it stood.
Zhao Zilong gazed into the distance at the faintly discernible city, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, Thessia issued an order to Zhao Zilong through the Command Spell.
"Retreat?"
Zhao Zilong frowned, falling deep into thought.
…
The battle, for now, had ended.
Temporarily, at least.
After counting the survivors, fewer than a thousand Uruk soldiers returned from the battlefield alive.
To be precise, six hundred and twenty-three.
This had been a harrowing conflict.
Of the six Heroic Spirits who set out, only Yi Lin and Milien managed to return alive to Uruk City.
The battlefield bore too many casualties. Those who remained no longer had the strength to collect the bodies of the fallen.
Upon reentering Uruk City, Yi Lin was momentarily stunned by the sight before him.
Part of the city wall had a massive breach.
