As Shi Tian explained the potential consequences of an attack, Benedict's face grew pale.
He realized how close he had come to making a grave mistake.
Damon's downfall had been a significant blow to Gearits City's leadership, and he didn't want to follow in his footsteps. Damon's position was at risk, but Benedict enjoyed his power and did not wish to lose it at all.
Meanwhile, Phoebe, with her usual pragmatic demeanor, had already grasped the implications.
"You're clever, Gavin," she acknowledged. "You've made your point. We'll agree to the ceasefire as proposed."
"Hmph, it's only because Phoebe said so." Benedict, still grasping onto the tiny pride he had left, snorted and left the scene swiftly. His soldiers were trained, so it didn't take long for them to carry the wounded to retreat to the scene.
As for the dead soldiers, they could only blame themselves for being inadequate and forfeiting their lives.