Varian's presence let the army birth to hope of a stalemate, and with the amount and quality of treasures he rolled out, they were certain that the war would end soon and in their favor.
But they had no idea that Varian himself was uncertain about the outcome.
The Abyss Emperor was looming over them and heaven forbid, if even a stronger version of his clone arrived, then it'd be game over.
Even if the Emperor didn't come, if the Undead was left unchecked, then humanity wouldn't be able to bear the wrath of the ninth abyssal sovereign.
The Undead was the biggest existential threat to humanity.
"They left?" Varian rushed into Neptune's military headquarters and checked the monitoring of the planetoids.
After retreating, he hoped the abyssal and undead army would be retreating on the planetoids.