The smoke of war had yet to fully disperse when Viola was already carrying the eight unconscious Level Eight Octopus-folk toward the wreckage of the flagship. Without even looking back, she casually raised a hand and waved at Benjamin. Her meaning could not have been clearer: the interrogation was hers; the rest were his.
Benjamin naturally had no objection.
There was indeed no one more suited to interrogating prisoners than a wizard who specialized in the Law of Pain.
He turned around and began arranging the aftermath for this plane.
Under the command of the Black Giant Priest, the Black Giants methodically took custody of the Octopus-folk prisoners.
The fleet of the Tentacle Tree Civilization, which had been waiting beyond the plane all this time, swiftly scattered at his command. Thousands of small formations spread across every corner of the plane like a cast net.
The fleet began systematically taking over Native strongholds, remaining Octopus-folk facilities, and the resource nodes scattered across the surface that had not yet been dealt with.
Benjamin himself slowly descended from the skies, finally landing amid a stretch of hills that had been utterly mangled by the aftermath of battle. The scene on the ground was already utterly different from what it had been just days ago.
The paths carved by the sweeping Li-Fire Extinction Divine Light had gouged dozens of bottomless ravines into the earth. The rock layers along their edges had been melted crimson by the searing heat, while blazing lava spewed from the fissures and gathered in the lowlands into bubbling lakes of molten rock.
Where the Nest's enormous body had crushed through, the terrain had been flattened outright, leaving behind a vast expanse of smooth, mirror-like blue crystal that gleamed with a cold luster beneath the daylight.
Although Benjamin had forcibly