The journey from the south to the north was a gruelling trek that consumed six hours of travel time alone.
Although I had permitted myself brief, thirty-minute respites at two of the intermediate cities to coordinate logistics, the sheer scale of the distance was staggering.
By my estimation, it had been twenty hours in total since I departed from the outer rim of Jersey City—twenty hours of relentless cleansing and constant movement.
Despite the passage of time, I lacked any direct visual feedback from my frontline warriors. Without camera feeds or magical transmission stones to observe the theatre of war, I was forced to rely on the constant, rhythmic notification of my soul count. It was rising non-stop, a soaring tally that indicated a bloodbath of epic proportions.
Compelled by a growing sense of unease, I summoned a single Drag from the vanguard, pulling him back from the heat of battle to deliver a report.
