When the distance to the base shrunk to approximately one kilometer, Moon's eyes took in a scene of pure carnage spread across the battlefield.
Beasts of various sizes could be seen actively clawing and tearing through the corpses of awakeners who had attempted to defend the facility. Blood soaked the ground in dark patches, and the battlefield reeked of death and iron scent of blood mixed with the musk of the creatures that now claimed this territory.
But Moon wasn't surprised by the viciousness of either the beasts or the outcasts who had led them there. Such was the nature of war.
This was a common sight throughout the First Sanctuary, where raw power reigned supreme and weakness was not just demeaned but fatally punished.
Moon's gaze then shifted to assess the living threats—various awakeners positioned at strategic points across the battlefield, clearly waiting for his anticipated arrival.
