The shattered surface of the Frozen Sea was littered with floating ice and wreckage from broken Source Energy Airships.
Countless corpses bobbed in the waves.
The thick fog had already dispersed.
"Dead... they're all dead..."
A low murmur echoed over the sea before being swallowed by the crashing waves.
Yin Zhuo, the Fourth Elder of the Temple of Light, stood alone atop the relatively intact massive alloy canopy of the Main Boat, looking utterly lost.
His hair hung loose and disheveled, and he was in a miserable state. His magnificent, sacred white robe was in tatters, and his chest had been pierced through by a Laser Beam. The unhealed flesh still gave off a sizzling heat.
During the final bombardment, the Temple of Light's Main Boat had failed to break through and was completely shot down. The escort boats had exploded in midair.
This could no longer be described merely as catastrophic casualties.
Of the survivors, perhaps one in a hundred remained.
And even they had lost limbs and were unlikely to live much longer.
Yin Zhuo looked at the Temple of Light believers floating on the sea, his eyes filled with grief. Every believer cultivated by God's Throne was an "asset" of the City of Light. They could die, but they could not die so meaninglessly... The City of Light had paid an enormous price for this Frozen Sea Mission.
What he found most unacceptable was watching Central City's Nagano fleet withdraw completely unscathed.
"Yin Zhuo..."
A parched voice suddenly rose from the crash site of the Source Tower's Main Boat not far away.
The overall commander dispatched by the Central Continent this time was Meriz, a renowned Holy Cross Academy figure whom the Upper City Council had granted the title of "Giant Moon."
"Meriz, are you all right?"