The collapsed mountain base created multiple cavities, which affected higher ground, causing more sections to collapse and crumble. The snow layer that had not melted began to move and eventually collapsed all over the place.
The snow and soil mingled together, and this mixture of thousands of tons rushed down the steep slope with thunderous force, carrying away even more things in the process. Thick tree stumps were uprooted from the soil, and boulders weighing several tons were tumbled along with it. The shockwave emitted a muffled howl, its power as destructive as the heavens and the earth.
In just a short time, the vast mountain pass platform was buried by the tidal bore, but this was not the end. The tidal bore continued to surge down, and the cornflower avenue that ran through the pass was also completely buried and destroyed.
Further away, billowing smoke and dust obscured the sky, making everything appear shrouded in mist.
Dingle and his group, who were almost out of the Enzos Mountains, also heard the rumbling sound at that moment, and they all pulled on the reins and looked behind them.
“It collapsed... so quickly…” Dingle trembled all over, his face as pale as snow.
He knew this was the last resort to defeat the enemy, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The towering peaks were almost completely altered. Even far from the collapse site, the warhorses were neighing anxiously, which showed the extent of the collapse, far exceeding his expectations.
"General Dylan and his men... perished together with these damned Yan people... Our Sixth Army..." At this moment, a cavalryman murmured in a grief-stricken voice.
Immediately following, another soldier, his eyes red with tears, declared in a resounding voice: "This is a worthwhile sacrifice! They bravely gave their lives for the Empire!"
"They are all heroes! This is our victory! We have defended the glory of the Empire!" Immediately, another soldier raised his fist and shouted excitedly.
'Victory? Glory? No, heroes shouldn't have met such a tragic end... and we can't let it happen again in our country... It's time to end all of this.' Dingle murmured to himself, slowly withdrawing his gaze, his eyes filled with grief.
"Let's go, everyone!"
Dingle wiped his eyes and, amidst shouts, led his cavalry once again onto the snow-covered road ahead.
Thousands of meters above the ground, amidst swirling snowflakes, the lost Gothic eagle circled in the air, emitting mournful cries.
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