Too-too-too-too-too.

Two U.S. army helicopters hung in the air above the burning battlefield.

The government had made a big deal about deciding whether to attack the insurgent stronghold or not, but the U.S. forces on the ground had been carrying out a steady guerrilla campaign for a while. Their A Team had rescued countless hostages and destroyed numerous key infrastructures. 

They wore sunglasses to ward off the glare of the sun as they stared down. All of them had an inner ear mic. The noisy rotor of the helicopter didn't interfere with their conversation.

“Wow. What the hell are we seeing right now?”

“It's surprising.”

“Leader. I guess we have nothing to do?”

A Team leader Bron surveyed the battlefield where the winner had already been decided. He shook his head.

Any remaining infrastructure was demolished beyond repair. Fallen buildings and craters pockmarked the road every which way. It was proof of how fierce the battle had been.

The creepy part was the complete lack of any corpses on the battlefield. 

All the enemy corpses had been used as mediums to summon more Skeleton Soldiers. Moreover, Kang Woojin was very careful about who he considered an ally, so he had been alone.

“To think it was possible for a single person to settle all of this by force.”

“Kinda depresses you to think...