[All the hell commanders of the hell army invading the Behen Archipelago have retreated.] 

[The Behen Archipelago has temporarily entered a lull.] 

The war wasn’t over. It wasn’t known when it would resume again. People were already afraid. Could they hold on if this break was shorter than expected? If the war was to resume again, how many lives would disappear at that time? 

“Eddie is dead as well... the 12th company has been completely wiped out except for you and me...” 

“Are you crying? This is why I told you not to get close to the soldiers.” 

“How can I do that? We crossed the line of death together, helped each other, laughed and cried together...” 

“You shouldn’t have mixed up with them and laughed and cried together.”

“How can I do that? Damn! How many times do I owe them? They talked about their dreams with shining eyes! How... how could I turn away?” 

“In fact, I’m sad as well.” 

Was this really the winning army? The atmosphere of the allied camp was gloomy. It was mostly the players. Unlike NPCs, who were prepared for the end (death) at the beginning of the war, the players weren’t properly prepared to accept death. They suffered great aftereffects after realizing the weight of death, which was particularly harsh on the NPCs throughout the war. 

“Let’s become stronger. We have no choice but to be stronger if we want to reduce the number of victims, even by one.” 

“Yes... Kuek.”...