On the day after the battle, the old King ordered a nationwide celebration, and the entire kingdom rejoiced.
And so, Golden Stone City went mad.
By day, waves of cheering threatened to topple the very foundations of the Sky Throne.
At night, the great white city was lit up as bright as day. Barrels of fine wine were hauled from the cellars and placed on every street corner, free for all to enjoy.
People lit huge bonfires in the squares, dancing, singing, and weeping wildly around the flames.
Fervent revelry erupted in every corner of the city.
Allen turned a deaf ear to the clamor outside.
Twelve light screens circled him, broadcasting real-time footage of the battlefield cleanup operation.
Thousands of Factory Servants, like diligent worker ants, operated engineering vehicles to dismantle and collect the carcasses of the Heart Eaters.
He was assessing the wear on the two Cyclops units and devising repair solutions.
