When the sun rose over the horizon, its rays cast a faint light over the blood-stained battlefield.
Over a hundred and fifty thousand corpses still lay sprawled across the bloody plain, cold and unmoving. The Empire's soldiers hadn't bothered to clean them up. The number was far too staggering. It couldn't be done in a single night, anyway.
Besides, they had other things to worry about. Far more important things. The Empire's Herbalists worked tirelessly to come up with an antidote to counter the poison.
Although only the Mana Foundation and Mana Liquefaction Magi had fallen to the toxins, the truth remained that everyone was affected by it. After all, Adam had insidiously poisoned the Empire's entire food and water supply.
If the surviving Magi did not consume the antidote, the poison would still continue to harm their body in subtle ways. So this took precedence over laying the dead to rest. The dead could wait.
