As the leader of the Mountain People was smashed in the chest by a punch from the Bone-armored Giant Ape and fell unwillingly, the last will to resist within Giant Rock Grip completely collapsed.
The battle quickly reached its finale.
With the loss of their leader and most elite warriors, the remaining Mountain People were either torn apart by slave creatures in despair or captured in exhaustion, their faces bereft of color, eyes losing their sparkle.
The wizards of the Seventh Squadron began clearing the battlefield, counting battle losses, and detaining prisoners.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and sulfur; the once perilous valley was now filled with debris, the rocks shattered, the barriers collapsed.
After half a day of rest, Catherine issued new orders.
"The cleansing task is confirmed complete. Seventh Squadron, depart immediately for Black Iron Fortress for rest and mission reporting."
