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The great battle seemed to be over.
But was it really?
When would the next attack come?
No one knew.
Peace returned to the area, and the humans who had fled came back.
They looked at the small town, saw that the damage was not too severe, and breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Most chose not to leave. They went on living as they always had.
Adventurers and hunters carried on with their daily drinking and boisterous talk. Everyone else kept busy, working to survive.
For people who lived under constant threat from the depths of the Northern Frontier, this attack had simply been a little bigger than usual!
Even if the sky fell, the Wizard lords would hold it up. Mudbloods like them were better off worrying less.
Nothing had changed. Life went on. People merely had a new topic to discuss over tea or dinner.
What exactly had that mysterious invader been?
How did it compare with the Dark Elf King who had invaded from the Underground World twenty years ago?
That was a fine subject for debate.
Most people treated this invasion like the ones before it: plenty of noise, little real damage.
"Ow! That hurts like hell, damn it!"
"The invasion's over! Why haven't those damned Mercenaries set out yet? Hurry up and catch that little bitch for me! I want her alive. Alive!"
"Bring her back alive, and I'll pay you double!"
In the same rundown inn, Third Auntie sat with one leg wrapped in thick cloth, cursing up a storm.
She was clearly in a foul mood.