The battle was over, but the soldiers had no time to relax and celebrate their victory. They did not even have time to collect the soul shards and other spoils from the army of slain abominations. Instead, as soon as the fighting ended, everyone got busy preparing for an immediate retreat.
That was the nature of the war in Antarctica. No matter what terrible of a foe you defeated, a dozen more were just beyond the horizon. They were in enemy territory. The ferocious battle against the Skull Centipede had not taken a lot of time, but it had created a lot of noise.
Already, several hordes of Nightmare Creatures were flowing across the plain, converging on the location where the battle had taken place.
Unless the expedition force wanted to drown in an endless flood of abominations, it needed to disappear as soon as possible.
