Inside the building serving as a temporary command center, everyone was busy.
"There are still wounded over there. Get all the wounded to the main hall! Communications team, send out a signal immediately and see if there are any soldiers still outside!"
After the Swarm took over the battle, Shepard and Anderson no longer needed to fight on the front lines. As wounded civilians and soldiers streamed in, they immediately took on the task of organizing everything—first gathering the wounded, then settling the civilians, then finding ways to contact Alliance forces across Earth, assess the damage, and issue orders.
There were quite a few rescued civilians. Under normal circumstances, arranging accommodations for them would not have been easy, but now they obediently followed orders like children. On one hand, the sudden attack had left them utterly confused, and they still had no idea what was going on.
On the other hand... there was the Swarm surrounding them with predatory stares.
"I never thought this would go so smoothly."
Having finished handling another matter, Anderson stretched and walked to the window, looking outside. It was already midnight, and fires still burned in the distance. Yet the sounds of battle had been gone for quite some time. Not because they had lost, but because the Reapers occupying the entire city had been completely wiped out by the Swarm. Whether the towering steel Reapers themselves or the Corpse Puppets and drones they had created, all had fallen beneath the Swarm.
"Yeah..."
Shepard, who had just led a team in searching for survivors, took a drink of water and leaned against the nearby wall. After the girls from Heavenly Dao Palace rescued the first group of survivors, Shepard selected soldiers among them who could still move and had them join her rescue efforts. Then,