Every single one of the South Holar soldiers was neutralized and taken as prisoners. They were in a huge mess because the enemy's headquarters on this front had exploded, so there was no extra problem.
While all this was going on, Gurdas, Rulhan, Durvan and I were being brought back to the Northern Holar in a very large aircraft.
We were given first aid along the way to make sure that we didn't have any life-threatening problems, and we were even put in a room with quite comfortable-looking armchairs to rest, even if only for a short time.
Honestly, the whole journey, the thought that something else was going to happen to us was running through my mind. A rocket sent by the South, the fact that they knew about this ambush, that they were leading us into a trap even in this way, and many other scenarios... I worried about all sorts of different things. The thought that my luck in this world could leave me alone was something I could not yet accept.