The Divine Realm.
Figure after figure emerged from warps in space. Dark Night City, once so quiet, was once again teeming with people.
Amid the heavy rain and mud, hurried footsteps splashed through puddles.
None of the Origins returning from the legions on the various front lines stopped for even a moment. There was no joy or excitement on their faces. All of them hurried toward the central Great Hall of Dark Night City, many still drenched in blood, with no time to wash away the grime of battle.
"How are things elsewhere?"
"They withdrew. Even in the eastern Star Sector, where their offensive was fiercest, they suddenly pulled back from the front lines altogether. A few more days, and that sector would almost certainly have fallen."
"It was the same on my side. Lady Star Track had exhausted her power. Any longer, and we would have had no choice but to fall back to the second defensive line."
"What about the Jailers? How are things on their side?"
"I just contacted them. In the Star Sectors under their charge, the Nightmares are also withdrawing across the board."
In the Great Hall of Dark Night City, reports on the various battlefields poured into the emergency meeting.
Over the past decade and more, the former Origin First Legion had undergone repeated reforms and reorganizations. To adapt to the changing war, the hundreds of Origins who had come from Hell had been reassigned. Though they retained the First Legion's organizational structure, each had also formed a legion of their own, deploying to different fronts.
This was their first true reunion in ten years.
Every face in the meeting was grave and solemn.
Unlike the rank-and-file soldiers.
The complete withdrawal of the Nightmare armies could not possibly mean the end of the war.