Armies that had lost on the battlefield would always look pitiful, and the Continental Union’s expedition team was no exception. Many of them were severely injured, and the priests couldn’t even wield their holy power, afraid that the demons would discover their location. In other words, the injured could only be treated with potions.

Everyone’s senses were still heightened, so they were on edge. Unfortunately, they couldn’t yell, so they couldn’t cry their hearts out either. I[1] could hear people holding in their tears here and there, but I couldn’t hear anyone criticizing them for sobbing.

‘It's impossible to control that, anyway.’

This sounded cliched, but I was sure that the injuries on their heart were deeper than their physical injuries. I lowered my head upon recalling the people I had to leave behind in the nest. They were like family to me, but I had no choice but to leave them.

I could still remember the screams and the cries...

I could still see the people we had to abandon, and I could still remember how they screamed at us to leave.

I could still hear the roars of the demons as well, and I could still see the people we had abandoned...