Sylvie sat at the head of the table and asked Mimir solemnly, "How much damage did this Dark Elf invasion cause?"
Mimir began slowly, "Four hundred and sixty-one buildings suffered catastrophic destruction. Ninety-seven soldiers were killed, hundreds were wounded, and civilian casualties numbered in the thousands..."
These losses did not sound that great, but Asgard only had around ten thousand soldiers stationed at home, and its total civilian population was only a hundred thousand or so.
Many other Asgardian civilians and troops were scattered across the habitable planets of the Nine Realms.
This was also one of Odin's attempts to survive Ragnarok.
Seen in that light, Asgard's losses were far from small.
Even ordinary Asgardian civilians had an average lifespan of five thousand years, while royalty and those who possessed a godhead lived even longer.
Moreover, reproduction was not the only means by which the Asgardians perpetuated their race.
That made every Asgardian citizen precious and difficult to replace.
Sylvie's expression darkened when she heard the losses. They were somewhat worse than she had anticipated.
Still, that was only to be expected. After all, Asgard itself had not come under attack in a very long time.
Thor spent every day with those guards, dueling in the arena, drinking, and throwing lavish feasts.
Asgard truly had a great many problems.
"Asgard is now on full alert. No one is to go out without my permission, and drinking is strictly forbidden!" Sylvie shot Thor a fierce glare.
Thor sheepishly rubbed his enormous head.
What worried Sylvie most now was whether the Dark Elves would double back for another attack.
Everyone in Asgard was on edge. If the Dark Elves returned, Sylvie truly could not predict what might go wrong.
"Heimdall, guard the Bifrost well. You must give it your all over the