For the next two days, Karl and the others relaxed in the fort, or in the Tiny World, where the two Totem Ranked dragons were still sunning themselves, and most likely avoiding responsibilities, as outsiders were unlikely to discover them while they were inside.
Fortunately, it did not appear that anyone was actively looking for them. Or for anyone else in the group, for that matter.
The undead armies weren't attacking, they had retreated to a city over a hundred kilometres from the border, and the army was more concerned with properly purging the last of the undead and any infected items from the city.
The death toll of the attack had been catastrophic, and the port city of Bagaandormen could hardly be called a city anymore.
Demons weren't truly helpless, even the ones that weren't soldiers. But with so many undead literally dropped on their homes, over half of the city had died during the attack, and many more were infected with various undead curses and viruses.
