(The skies of Juxta, Moments after the battle, Raymond's POV)
Raymond waited anxiously for Soron to show up after Charles died, his every heartbeat beating louder and louder, as he awaited the inevitable.
However, much to his surprise the minutes passed without Soron ever showing up, as despite him killing the Cult's Vice Sect Master, the expected revenge never came.
'What's going on here? Why is Soron not showing up to save his own people?'
Raymond wondered grimly, as he could not figure out the reason behind the delay?
"Hmm…. It seems like the ground offensive has also reached its conclusion."
He mused, as he swept his gaze across the battlefield below where the Cult's armies were in full retreat now, the surviving forces scurrying toward civilian cities in the wake of their military strongholds collapsing one after another.
The war was already decided— not by brilliance, nor by valor, but by sheer, grinding numbers.
But victory had not come without a price.
