Why Not?

Time passed and a day later, everyone was called back to the city with minimal casualties being counted. Only less than one per cent of people had died. Injuries were nothing serious since they were easily dealt with with the multitude of options available to do so in the hands of cultivators.

The people who did die though, had not died in the hands of Awakened level beasts. It was actually swarms of beasts that had overwhelmed the humans, taking the lives of one of them by sheer luck. In total, it was only 2 people who had died out of everyone who ventured outside and Midas counted this as a win in front of everyone gathered on this day.

Midas stood in front of hundreds of Chosen from his Secret Clan, now numbering in the 700s, and he was giving a speech about perseverance in the face of adversity. He honoured those who had been partially lost and dissuaded those who thought the dead Chosen could just be resurrected like they were.