To say the European Continent had been badly weakened by the successive attacks was putting it mildly.
Needless to say, its former prosperity was gone.
After suffering enormous losses, with so many families losing loved ones, the continent was steeped in grief.
And naturally, the Alien Race responsible for all this would not be let off.
"We need to take two Alien Race corpses back for our records and statistics."
"Do you think you're fooling children? Even a child wouldn't believe that bullshit!"
"We haven't even agreed on how to divide these spoils yet!"
"Those powerful Superhumans might take them back in a few days."
"Exactly. What would it look like if we took them now?"
Tony stood amid the ruins, his gaze slightly unfocused as he watched the arguing crowd with a sense of loss.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the humans around him.
Even though people from many factions kept crowding around him, asking questions because of his Vulcan System.
Of course, Tony was not spacing out. He was marveling at just how powerful the Superhumans were.
Before his very eyes, groups of spirits were leading away the souls of the dead.
Tony had never seen what the souls of the dead looked like before.
The fact that he could see them now might have had something to do with his previously not having mastered the Zanpakutō's ultimate secret.
After this war, he had successfully mastered the Zanpakutō's ultimate secret.
Naturally, he had also gained the ability to perceive spirits and discern their true nature.
"Goddammit, with this many dead souls, how long is this going to take? At this rate, our Soul Society might collapse!" said a figure holding a Zanpakutō.
"Tell me about it. I heard some of the hells out west have already collapsed.