When the apocalyptic clash finally concluded, the mutant army simply dispersed.
No one could articulate exactly why the siege broke…
Perhaps the mindless horrors had completely lost their tactical tether the moment the five-headed Hydra communication collapsed, aimlessly scattering into the wilderness to seek out zones with denser ambient mana.
Perhaps they had actually registered genuine fear of the Vanguard defenders, assuming a weirdly mutated, corrupted entity was even biologically capable of processing such a complex emotion.
Or perhaps, far away in the subterranean dark, they were subconsciously answering the desperate, terrified weeping of someone who suddenly felt overwhelmingly, profoundly alone.
The absolute truth wouldn't be uncovered anytime soon.
All the Vanguard knew was that the brutal, grinding siege was finally over. After the relentless slaughter without a single second of respite, the sudden silence was more than welcome.
