"Mr. Prince?"
Lovainne shook his head, exhaling.
"Good job. I'm glad to see you're all alive."
Under his command, the soldiers dispersed, resuming their tasks. Lovainne stepped closer to the group, his voice low but firm.
"So, how'd it go?"
It was Xhi who responded.
"We didn't even have to do anything. Your rain of hellfire sent them all to the spirit world."
Lovainne froze for a moment before controlling his expression, his mind racing through countless possibilities. Had it really been that effective? He turned to Lugh.
"Are they all dead?"
"No,"
Lugh replied.
"Oh?"
"There were some I didn't see there. We can't confirm it, but I believe they're still somewhere in the city."
Emrys wasn't dead yet.
"How are things up here?"
Renshaw asked.
"Any civilians left?"
"No"
Lovainne answered.
"They've been evacuated. We've secured the entire northeastern sector."
Lugh sighed in relief—until he heard the rest.
"We need to set up fortifications immediately,"
