Ethan stood in the center of the grand hall within the main building. The atmosphere was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and the silent weight of shared trauma. During the attack, interesting things had transpired; Crul had meticulously recorded everything. The system had identified those who surrendered, those who sold information to mercenary guilds, and even the hidden infiltrators.
But most importantly, Crul had taken note of those who had actively participated in the defense. Many newly appointed office staff members had picked up weapons and fought, suffering serious injuries in the counterattack. The guards, too, had shown their true colors.
