A battle more dangerous and intense than any in human history had ended, but for the "war" itself, the aftermath would still be a long and delicate process.
Inside Winterwolf Fortress's frontline command post, Gawain sat at a long table with Philip, Maryland, Sordelin, Amber, and the others. Magic Net Terminals on the table glimmered faintly, while a map of the entire Winterwolf region was projected into the air above it. Numerous Holographic Projections displayed the status of various units throughout the region, along with images from Cecil City.
"Over the past few hours, three of our units have crossed paths with the Typhonians. No conflicts have broken out so far, but communications between some frontline soldiers and the rear are poor. Some Typhonian legions have also been scattered, and many small units are out of contact and out of control. I suggest withdrawing the soldiers who entered the eastern side of the belt plain back to the center of the plain," Philip said. "The Typhonians' Protectorate Knight Order and mage corps have begun to resume operations, and many areas are gradually being sealed off. There's no need for search units to continue operating within Winterwolf Fortress's controlled zone."
"Ah..." Amber could not help sighing. "After fighting the God of War, I got the illusion that everything in this war had already been settled... I almost forgot that this was actually the battlefield between us and the Typhonians..."
"It's not just you. All of us feel that way to some extent. After all... that was the God of War. We just fought a god head-on," Maryland said with a wry smile, spreading his hands. "And I believe Typhon is even more chaotic than we are—let's hope they can restore their command system as quickly as possible. There are too many