The thirty minutes after the Coalition's retreat felt like borrowed time.
Raze sat on the steps of their damaged fortifications, watching his kingdom try to recover from something that should have broken them. Medical supplies were running low after treating dozens of wounds. The enhanced walls had gaping holes where Coalition forces had broken through. Two of their three stone golems were rubble. And Bephe lay near the flags, breathing shallow and labored despite Master Low constitution working overtime to heal catastrophic injuries.
Twenty-three extraction timers floated at various stages throughout the kingdom center. First returns would happen in ten minutes. Full strength recovery wouldn't occur for another thirty. Until then, they were vulnerable in ways that made Raze's strategic calculations turn uncomfortable.
But they still held both flags.
