The battle was completely over.
The golden sacred fire had finally burned out as well, proving that everything carrying the aura of the Undead had been reduced to ashes.
It was dusk again. Beneath the setting sun, the thick white dust outside Aglaia City silently spoke of the sorrow of this war.
No matter the outcome, anyone who still held a shred of kindness in their heart could only feel endless grief at the sight.
Thanks to the Undead's desperate rescue efforts, the Silver Shield Knights had ultimately suffered no losses. They stood within the completed cemetery, staring at everything across the Wilds for a long while without moving.
For Tyr's Holy Knights, such helplessness truly tested their will.
Hill rode a gust of wind to the Wilds.
Countless ashes were carried by the breeze and deposited directly into a marble cavern he had long prepared at the easternmost edge of Green Forest.
It was two hundred meters from the nearest Silver Moon Cemetery and pressed right against Green Forest.
Hill had decided what to do as soon as he discovered the blaze. Though ordinary people could understand the Undead's actions—after all, no one wanted a mass grave beside their city—as time passed, some of the dead's relatives would inevitably begin to harbor resentment. They would not care whether Aglaia City was supposed to wait, smelling rotting corpses, for family members who could never come to collect them. They would only resent being denied the time to travel there.
Hill watched the swirling breeze slowly fade, then gently raised his hand. The earth on the battlefield instantly sank a layer, while a mountainlike mass of soil fell over the cavern and gradually transformed into a marble memorial plaza.
Beneath the enormous monument stood twelve circular stone steps, each half a