After burying all the bodies, Aestrea decided to keep the Seraphic's Base for himself. Destroying it would've been a waste.
After all, the base was filled with endless supplies, food, weapons, and rare resources, and if Aestrea wanted to build his own force, he would need all of it.
Of course, he didn't forget to destroy the teleportation array hidden behind the mountain, making sure no one could invade again.
Now, his soldiers were celebrating the classic post-war feast.
Fires burned in metal barrels, smoke twisting up into the dark sky. Music played from broken instruments someone had fixed just enough to make sound.
The soldiers were drunk, laughing, shouting, and falling over each other. Empty bottles covered the tables, and bits of meat and bread were scattered on the floor.
Aestrea sat a little apart from the chaos, on the edge of a broken stone wall. His silver hair glowed faintly under the firelight.
