For the main body of defeated monsters, they did not move an inch, but those who tried to break away or lagged behind were devoured without hesitation.
Blood drenched their route of retreat, not just the defeated monsters, but perhaps even the chasers themselves were unclear how many monsters they had slain along the way, because counting them no longer held any meaning.
As they neared the Far Sea Marsh, the lingering Nort Guard Heavy Cavalry immediately pressed forward in full force, not granting these defeated monsters any time to think, driving them into the Mist, into the Far Sea Marsh, to clear the path for the Conqueror Army.
Some of the retreating soldiers, formerly hesitant, found themselves involuntarily driven by the influx of retreating troops towards the mystic fog of the Far Sea Marsh.
"Eh?" Gaven, capable of seeing through the Mist, couldn't help but startle, focusing intently on the retreating soldiers diving into the mist.
