Smoke drifted across the battlefield, but the chaos from before had now subsided.
The cluttered ruins had fallen silent.
Broken weapons lay scattered across the ruins, while corpses covered the ground in a dense, grotesque, terrifying mass. The heavy stench of blood seemed almost tangible as it filled their nostrils, nearly suffocating them.
Watching the fleeing mercenaries scramble aboard their ships without even bothering to retrieve their weapons, Dawn finally let out a breath of relief.
As he directed the soldiers to seize the ships, he used the Gate of Babylon to wipe out the defeated forces. Before long, the translucent weapons shattered the vessels and sent both ship and crew permanently to the bottom of the sea.
This move was highly effective against large structures and densely packed crowds.
As for why he had not used it earlier, the two sides had already engaged at close range, making it impossible to use. It also consumed a considerable amount of stamina.
"We won! We won!"
"It was all thanks to His Highness! When that aura surrounded me, I became strong enough to chop straight through the enemy's weapons!"
"Yeah! And when Prince Dawn waved his hand just now, those fleeing bastards were killed!"
"Prince Dawn!" Carl, dressed in a general's uniform, walked toward Dawn. She had been in charge of defending this place.
Countless royal guards cheered, their voices filled with respect.
As Carl looked at Dawn surrounded by soldiers, she seemed to see His Majesty the King in his younger days, leading troops into battle.
"His Majesty the King is currently stationed in the rear, overseeing the overall situation. I led the soldiers in this battle, and without Your Highness, we would not have won so easily," Carl said gravely.
Dawn naturally knew Carl. As a general of the