After the Revolutionary Army withdrew, the once-noisy battlefield gradually fell silent.
Though they had driven the Revolutionary Army back, Werther's forces did not pull back their battle line. They remained on guard.
Large groups of pirates and assassins patrolled the line. If they found any Revolutionary Army survivors, they killed them on the spot.
The dead revolutionaries were piled together to be burned.
There was a simpler option: throw them into the sea. But that would have been foolish.
The waters around Dressrosa were rich in marine life. If the bodies were dumped into the sea, sea creatures would devour them.
After that, no one would want to catch anything from those waters. It would be a great loss.
Once the burning began, thick smoke rolled across the battlefield, carrying the acrid smell of charred flesh far into the distance.
Werther emerged from the Poison Gas. The Revolutionary Army had already fled the waters around Dressrosa.
"Werther, are you all right?"
Doffy was covered in dust. It seemed he had joined the fighting earlier.
"I'm fine. Just a minor wound."
As Werther spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Doffy's eyebrows twitched at the sight.
A hole as thick as a forearm gaped in Werther's abdomen, spilling blood.
"Why do I get the feeling you could drop dead at any moment? Are you really okay?"
Werther chuckled and ignored Doffy's jab. Clutching the wound in his abdomen, he headed toward the King's Plateau.
His injuries were serious, but thanks to his powerful Constitution, his life was not in immediate danger.
Tuski was on the King's Plateau. He had wanted to join the battle earlier, but Werther had kept him out of it because he was a Doctor.
A skilled Doctor was far more valuable than another fighter.
Besides, Tuski