Only when the three tribes retreated did the human race truly realize they had survived. Across the battlefield, amidst the broken walls and scattered debris, the thick smell of blood still lingered. In the eyes of the surviving human warriors and commoners remained lingering relief and lingering fear of the catastrophe they had just escaped.
The higher-ups of the human race quickly convened a meeting in a hastily erected tent, where esteemed elders and City Lords gathered. Inside the tent, candlelight flickered, casting a heavy atmosphere that carried the joy of survival.
The Great Venerable, seated at the head, stood up. His gaze filled with gratitude and respect, he bowed deeply to Zha Muxi: "Lady Zha, had it not been for your turning the tide this time, the human race would surely have faced total annihilation. We will never forget the immense debt you have bestowed upon us." The others quickly chimed in, their words earnest and sincere.
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