The makeshift Imperial Army within White River City had shown a resilience that exceeded Lord Solomon's expectations.
Perhaps, realizing that the outcome of this battle would decide the fate of the Empire, these reinforcements from various parts of the Empire displayed unprecedented fighting spirit and unity.
Despite the assistance of two giant dragons, the battle had continued from dawn until dusk.
Bodies littered the city, clogging the streets. Family banners with various crests were discarded on the ground like trash, soaked with blood and mud, and the air was heavy with the stench of blood.
The Wing Tribe had paid a heavy price of nearly two thousand lives for their final victory.
This number had somewhat soured Lord Solomon's expression.
The expeditionary force he had brought to the Bratis Continent totaled just under sixteen thousand men, and although they had seen consecutive victories in their campaigns, the nature of war, even in victory, meant casualties.
