Seven days later, the Demon Hunter Guild released its first phased battle report.
The data was projected onto emergency screens in every survivor settlement across the globe, while also being transmitted through encrypted channels to every Demon Hunter terminal still in combat.
Day 31 of the Angelfall Incident, battle statistics:
Total Bartholomew Faction angels killed: 11,437 Total moderate angels captured/surrendered: 2,700 Total Mad Angels eliminated: 4,892 Total Demon Hunter casualties: 1,873 Total civilian deaths: 17,386,429; Estimated number of remaining angels: Bartholomew core faction: approximately 18,000, relocated to Africa Remaining moderate angels still resisting: approximately 3,200, scattered and in hiding Remaining Mad Angels not yet eliminated: approximately 1,500, currently wandering; Current strategic adjustment: contract the defensive line, monitor Africa, and wait for the right opportunity.
When the news spread, Dean was crouched in a livestock shed on an abandoned farm in Kansas, using half a bottle of stashed whiskey to clean a fresh wound.
Sam sat beside him, maintaining his shotgun by the moonlight leaking through the roof.
"Over seventeen million." Dean stared at the number on the terminal screen, his voice hoarse as if full of sand. "Seventeen million dead, and that's only the number they released. If you count the missing whose bodies were never found, the real number is even more hopeless."
Sam said nothing.
"Seventeen million." Dean tossed the terminal onto the haystack. "That's too many. No matter how you tally this debt, it just doesn't add up."
"Even if it doesn't add up, we still have to settle it," Sam sighed.
Dean took a huge swig of whiskey and choked, coughing several times.
"Where do you think Cass is?"
Sam's hand paused for a moment.
"...I don't know."
"If he got caught as a moderate angel too," Dean said, looking at the rotting wooden