Three days after the war ended.
Above Cybertron, the *Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine* hovered silently, the battle damage on its black hull's main cannon distinctly visible.
Inside the bridge's command room, Allen was still using that Alchemy Puppet body. His deep blue eyes reflected the dozens of holographic screens floating before him.
"Report the rescue and damage data for the entire continent," he ordered.
"Data has been compiled," Jarvis's voice rang out in the spacious bridge. "The current surviving population of the Y-417 Plane is approximately 814 million. The confirmed death toll of mortals has surpassed 60 million, with nearly 20 million more missing.
