"To protect the world and eliminate the intruders, we are united in these actions, and we should all take steps."
Alyris nodded, fully agreeing with what Kana said.
"I need to stay here right now; I am still too young and need to fully concentrate on repairing the space. It will take about a day and a night, during which time I hope you can ensure my safety."
"Naturally, you can leave the task of safety and protection to us without worry."
Upon hearing this, Alyris curled up without hesitation, emitting a green glow as she entered a state of full concentration for repair.
Seeing this scene, Lurik couldn’t help but say, "She truly trusts us."
To Lurik, Alyris seemed very fragile in this state, and he even thought that if he struck with all his might, it might deal a fatal blow to Alyris.
"It’s because we are trustworthy, aren’t we?" Kana looked at Lurik and said with a smile.
Lurik smiled and nodded, sitting down right where he was.
"I’ll take care of this for now. There are still many things waiting for you to handle; Blake and the others have been waiting for quite a while."
Kana nodded and left.
Along with Alyris, he arrived at the Command Camp within the camp.
Blake and the other leaders were discussing something and quickly approached Kana upon seeing him.
"Let’s report the casualties first."
When he ordered the Night Watchers to clear the Void Creatures, Kana was already prepared for some sacrifices among them.
It’s unavoidable; in future battles, the sacrifice of Night Watchers will also occur frequently.
Kana never hoped that the Night Watchers would have no casualties; the datafied bodies are not omnipotent.
The absence of casualties during the previous fight against the Evil God in the territory of the Blood Race was already surprising enough for Kana.
This time, the casualties appeared right in front of Kana.
Blake nodded solemnly.
"A total of 16 Night Watchers have died, 29 have limbs that cannot be restored with life value. The other Night Watchers have all recovered to their optimal status."
Kana nodded; such figures had not exceeded the range he previously predicted.
It remains at an acceptable level; it’s remarkable not to have unnecessary casualties in such intense situations, and Kana is very satisfied.
"Take me to see them," Kana said, standing up.
Blake nodded and, along with others in the tent, followed him.
Kana arrived at the side of the camp.
Here was a separate shed, where bodies were neatly arranged.
A lot of Night Watchers gathered as Kana and the others arrived.
Kana looked at the bodies, recognizing many familiar faces, half of whom he had communicated with before.
Upon seeing the cold figures, Kana’s heart didn’t actually fluctuate much; he had already prepared himself mentally.
However, seeing these bodies, it felt like witnessing the sacrifice of the Night Watchers for the first time in yesterday’s battle again.
The emotional fluctuations were unavoidable.
A wave of sorrow uncontrollably surged in Kana’s heart.
He walked step by step towards the bodies.
Looking at these faces with his head lowered.
"At least, their bodies are still largely intact," Kana murmured to himself.
Suddenly, it seemed Kana saw something, and he moved to another body nearby.
Kana’s actions caught the attention of others as well.
This included Getai, who was similarly heavily injured by the Void Power Warrior and had fallen into a coma despite the Blessing.
He had only recently woken up, and seeing that body also shocked him.
Getai involuntarily turned his head away, struggling to suppress the grief in his heart.
Kana looked at the body in front of him; this was one of the Dwarves he was most familiar with.
He was among the first batch to follow Getai to Lake Shore Village to receive the Blessing.
He wasn’t a notable character in the storyline and was just one of the ordinary Dwarves Kana got to know after coming here.
The passing of such familiar people.
Made Kana’s eyes uncontrollably misty as he looked at the other Night Watchers’ bodies around.
Kana opened his palm, gazing at its center. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
The sensation of reality in the world emergences once more.
These bodies of familiar people remind him of the reality of this world.
He was once just an ordinary player, a part of a peaceful society.
Coming to this world was akin to gaining a second life.
Though he arrived in the game he once played, confirmed to be a real world, he still couldn’t devote himself entirely to it.
His resistance to the future and preparation for the impending apocalypse were essentially searches for a semblance of meaning for his existence.
And also to live more safely and enjoy a new life more beautifully.
But, deep down, there was still a lingering sense of detachment from this world, which was irreparable.
Unlike the wars witnessed before and the large numbers of deceased bodies.
The virtual game perfectly replicated the scenes he had once seen, except it had become even more real.
But these bodies in front of him, these Night Watchers’ deaths.