In a quarter-hour, all Plague Knights were slaughtered.
Half an hour later, countless Dog-headed Men finished their scavenging, excitedly pushing carts, taking all glittering, hard objects or anything from which a bit of iron dust could be scraped.
They tossed the bones of the Great Mob into the fire and the spoils into the furnace. In the fervent praises, pairs of eyes were illuminated by the furnace fire, casting a layer of red light on the Dog-headed Men's black fur.
An hour later, the Sun Boat roared away into the distance, leaving the ruins deathly silent.
An hour and a half later, the Sky Dome shattered, countless black dots descended from the sky. A desolate storm blew in from afar, bringing the lamentations of those who remained in Hell and the mockery of the departed.
This time, no one dared to show any negligence or indifference.
Step by step, fortifying the position.
