"Did we win, did we really win?"
"Am I dreaming, did we really drive away the Church's huge army?"
"No, this isn't a dream, dreams don't hurt, Mother, Father, I've finally avenged you."
"Hahaha, the Church's dogs are nothing more than this, praise the Power of Machinery, long live the Mechanical Church."
"Yes, yes, yes, praise the Power of Machinery, the Mechanical Church, no, long live the Church of Machinery."
"Long live the Church of Machinery."
....
Though they were still on a cruel battlefield littered with corpses, though the Rebel Army had lost more than half of its members, though the other half who had luckily survived were each more or less injured, though many were barely clinging to their last breath, even as the number of severely wounded and disabled was countless.....
Yet, none of this hindered the Rebels' current celebration and cheers. Let all these hardships and sorrows go to hell for now, at this moment there was only need for cheering and celebration.
