Chapter 297: Holding Fast
As the flames of war briefly subsided, Benjamin swiftly sank his consciousness into his body and checked his condition.
The energy reserves of the [Great Light Manifestation] array had been depleted by more than half, and the Rune Artifacts had also consumed quite a bit. Fortunately, the Internal Factory could replenish them soon enough.
The Black Giant core was being nurtured within the nest, awaiting reconstruction.
At the same time, the nest's incubation zone was operating at full capacity, making up for the Patrollers' losses...
Overall, his foundations remained intact. Only the losses among the ordinary cannon fodder were severe.
He let out a soft breath before turning his attention to the comrades around him—or rather, the surviving colleagues.
At this sight, even Benjamin, steady as he was, could not help feeling inwardly alarmed.
In the void, the originally vast Wizard Legion of ten thousand now looked markedly sparse.
The multicolored glow of wizardry that had once shone brightly had dimmed considerably, replaced by an oppressive atmosphere.
The cannon-fodder units controlled by the wizards—rock golems, crystal-cluster creatures, ghost legions, and the like—had suffered grievous losses. Their wreckage floated through the void, forming desolate graveyards. That much had been expected.
But the losses among the wizards themselves were shocking to behold.
With a rough sweep of his senses, Benjamin found that at least one-tenth of the mental fluctuations around him had vanished!
That meant at least a thousand Formal Wizards had fallen in that brutal battle to breach the barrier!
The number weighed heavily on Benjamin's heart.
He had read the Star Ring Federation's Plane War records and knew full well how cruel a wizard's first Plane War was—the overall survival rate was below five percent, experience bought with the piled bones of countless geniuses.
Yet that