The night passed, and the morning sky was clear. The sun dispersed a bit of the late autumn chill. Gusts of morning wind swept through Mountain City as pale gray clouds drifted slowly overhead.
The sounds of gunfire had died down at some unknown point; Fortress Mountain City was now completely under the control of the Alliance Country army.
On the stone-paved streets, squads of Alliance Country soldiers in camouflage uniforms patrolled with their rifles. Members of the Superpower Bureau, clad in black combat suits, coordinated with them, loading the corpses of warlord soldiers onto trucks to be transported to a centralized point in the city for incineration.
The shattered remains of armored vehicles, twisted pickup truck bodies, and scattered firearm parts were cleared away one by one and piled in designated areas. Amid the rustling sounds of the cleanup, the entire Mountain City seemed somewhat quiet, with barely anyone speaking.
