The day after the battle, the old King ordered a nationwide celebration. Golden Stone City went mad with joy. During the day, waves of cheering almost overturned the foundation of the Celestial Throne. At night, the massive white city was brightly lit, shining as clearly as day. Casks of fine wine were rolled out from cellars and placed on every street corner for everyone to drink freely. People lit giant bonfires in the squares, dancing wildly, singing, and weeping around the flames. Every corner of the city engaged in a feverish revelry.
Allen turned a deaf ear to the outside noise. Twelve light screens surrounded him, broadcasting real-time footage of the battlefield cleanup. Thousands of Factory Servants, like diligent worker ants, drove engineering vehicles to dismantle and collect the corpses of the Heart Eaters one by one. He was evaluating the wear and tear on the two Cyclops units, along with their repair plans.
