Gu Yiming stood frozen for several breaths before his body finally moved.
Then, as if awakening from a dream, he turned to the others.
"Quick! Let's go back to the shelter! Bring out the people, especially the injured ones!"
The others jolted to life. Even with trembling legs and bloodied faces, they ran.
They pushed aside the broken metal gates of the shelter and announced that the Beast Tide had ended.
Within minutes, survivors began to emerge—some limping, some carried on makeshift stretchers, their faces pale but still breathing.
"Did someone really come to save us?"
"I can't believe that I'm not dead!"
"Oh! They must be the saviors! Let's thank them!"
…
People were relieved to see that the Demonic Beasts were nowhere to be seen.
Then realization hit—some cried for what they had lost, while others were simply grateful to still be alive.
Moreover, while the danger had been dealt with, there were hundreds of problems that needed to be addressed.
