Soon after, the formal command from Wizard Lauren was sent down: all units, retreat to Blade Ridge Camp to rest.
Duke wasted no time and immediately organized his forces.
The thirty-five thousand slave creatures, having just experienced the baptism of fire, were weary and scarred but maintained strict formation, following Duke and the winged serpent back to the camp.
The atmosphere on the return journey was completely different. The initial tension and killing aura were replaced by a somber and weary feeling of having narrowly survived a disaster.
The water was still filled with a faint scent of blood and residual energy, and remnants of the Insect Race or slave creatures that had yet to be cleaned up could still be seen floating along the way.
When the Blade Ridge Camp, shrouded by a pale blue energy shield, finally appeared in view, many wizards, including Simon, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
