The battlefield was still steaming with the reside of slaughter as chunks of abyssal flesh was laying strewn across cracked stone, slowly fading into withering wisps of corruption.
Broken armor, torn banners and blackened marks also scattered across the room, while injured men and women huddled together, quickly working to get themselves healed up before another ambush occurs.
The crater Damon had left behind still pulsed with residual energy, each flicker of space bending unnaturally before fading back to stability.
The silence that followed was very unnatural. It still felt as if everyone was caught in shock from being betrayed by someone they had worked with for so long, and the sight of Damon absolutely destroying the Abyss.
As the unsettling silence continued on, Captain Bren finally decided to put an end to it, taking charge of the situation, "Everyone," he called out, his voice rough from shouting but firm with authority.
"That's as far as we go in this mine." He said.
