It took barely ten minutes before the entire main road stretching through Silver City had been completely cleared. The efficiency of the B-4 Units was almost frightening to witness. Hundreds of B-4 soldiers moved with perfect coordination, not wasting a single movement. Fallen stone, shattered wood, broken wagons, scattered weapons, and every piece of rubble that blocked the road disappeared one after another as if the destruction itself was being erased. Some worked separately without ever getting in each other's way. Some cleared debris, some secured buildings that looked ready to collapse, while others carefully carried bodies from every street, alley, rooftop, and ruined home they could reach. There were no shouted orders, no confusion, no panic. Everything happened in complete discipline, as though every soldier already knew exactly what every other soldier was doing. In manners as if they were absolute professionals at doing everything.
