The war had truly stopped.
Mary Geoise no longer echoed with the explosive clash of metal, nor with the collision of demonic energy and lightning.
God's Knights had been wiped out, the Five Elders had perished, and even the master who had occupied the Empty Throne for eight hundred years had turned to ash before everyone's eyes.
The first to rush into the Holy Land were not reinforcements, but medical teams.
"Stretchers! We need more stretchers over here!"
"We're running out of hemostatic agents! Bring more, quickly!"
"Heart Adventure Group, follow me to the eastern ruins!"
Luo's Heart Adventure Group was the first to set foot on the rubble, closely followed by military doctors, Dwarves, and medical personnel who had volunteered from nations around the world.
Mansherry sat on a hastily modified little transport platform, carried forward at a run by several Dwarves, her eyes growing wider all the way.
Everywhere she looked were buildings reduced to rubble, enormous fist-shaped craters sunk deep into the ground, ice hundreds of meters thick gleaming coldly, magma hardened into rock, and plazas cleaved in two by sword energy.
The top-tier fighters who normally existed only in legends now sat scattered among the ruins, covered in blood.
"J-just how brutal was this fight...?"
She had barely muttered those words when deafening cheers suddenly erupted around her.
"Fleet Admiral!!"
"Fleet Admiral Rock!!"
Mansherry jerked her head up.
At the highest point of Pangaea Castle, Rock was still standing.
His tattered Justice coat hung from his shoulders. Almost no patch of flesh on his body remained intact, and blood dripped from the hem of his clothes.
But he was still standing, like a flag planted at the highest point of the Holy Land.
Mansherry's eyes lit up at once.
"We really won?!"
A nearby Marine had