The next morning, the sun's golden rays spilled over the city walls, but this only made the scars from yesterday's fierce battle more jarring. Deep brown bloodstains had already seeped into the stone crevices, silently testifying to the battle's ferocity in the morning light.
The bodies of the fallen human Mercenaries had all been carried away and buried together in a small, new cemetery beside the forest path.
This was a gesture of Chen Yu's basic respect for the warriors, as well as a necessary measure to prevent the outbreak of a plague.
The territory had suffered considerable losses, so there were repairs to be made and personnel to be consoled. For the first time in a while, Chen Yu had stayed up all night, busily coordinating everything.
Right now, he was resting quietly atop the battlements, his Gel body bathing in the warm, life-giving morning sun.
