After the funeral, the territory resumed its activities. Everyone's pace was much slower than usual though, and understandably so.
Although every shop was operational, the usual energy was not there; although the parks and the playgrounds were open, no one was there.
This was the most dangerous war they had yet, and this was the time they were fully made aware of the level differences between Villages and Towns.
If they hadn't been so lucky and did not have the mercenaries, the Golds, Sir Hoffen, Sir Gregor, and the like… the casualties could've easily reached hundreds.
Hundreds. Maybe even more than a thousand if they were careless.
What a terrifying thought.
The wake-up call jolted people down from their pedestals.
In the end, while they were at the village level, although there had been challenges, Alterra's wars and fights had always run smoothly.
Whether they admitted it or not, and even if they prepared well, unconsciously they had grown confident and a bit complacent.
