The warmth of victory spread through the smoke-filled fortress.
Mixed with a strong stench of blood, sulfur, and that lingering, unique burnt smell from demon corpses turning into ashes.
Even fine black dust particles drifted in the air, remnants of the demons' last presence.
This made the surroundings seem quite unappealing.
But for the Avengers and Night Watchers, these dust particles in the air were the most delightful decoration.
A group of Avengers from different races sat slumped behind a makeshift shelter at the foot of the city wall, breathing heavily.
Their armor was coated with congealed blood and unknown sticky substances.
It was full of dents and in ruins.
No one was in good Status, and no one's equipment was intact.
A deer-headed Avenger, with curved antelope horns, leaned against the cold Metal wall and sighed to a nearby Night Watcher Ranger.
