For a full three days, everyone in the Federation was busy cleaning up the battlefield, familiar or unfamiliar, helping to collect the bodies.
Dried blood was etched into the earth, giving an alarming sensation.
Five ancient trees rooted in the ground, their massive canopies hanging down like a sky-shrouding barrier, giving others an inexplicable sense of security.
In the temporarily constructed military camp, all the high-ranking officials of the Federation were gathered here.
Unlike the usual gathering of marshals from eighteen battle zones, today's meeting had many vacant seats.
Looking closely, one could see that only twelve people were seated, while the remaining six positions were unoccupied.
Ji Xuan's gaze fell on a few empty seats, a flash of sadness briefly passing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
