The Author's POV

[Demon Domain, Kuzma City]

"Attack!"

"Charge forward!"

"Raise your shields and charge!"

The orcs charged forward, their roars echoing through the air as they attempted to breach the demon city.

Rumble! Rumble!

The sound of their footsteps reverberated across the ground as they ran toward the towering walls. The walls themselves were fortified with layers of thick stone, with towers and battlements dotting the top, bristling with weapons and soldiers.

The orcs brandished their weapons - crude axes, spears, and swords - and began pounding against the walls with all their might.

Clank! Clank!

The sound of metal on stone rang out as they smashed their weapons against the unyielding surface, hoping to make a crack in the demon's defenses.

The demons atop the wall retaliated with volleys of different spells and arrows, raining down on the orcs like a deadly hailstorm. The twang of bowstrings mixed with the screams of dying orcs as they fell to the ground below, their bodies broken and lifeless.

"Argh!"

"Akh!"

"Continue to charge!"

But the orcs were undeterred, their sheer numbers giving them unrelenting momentum as they continued to throw themselves against the walls, stepping over their fallen comrades.

"Charge!"

They had no regard for their own safety, only a fierce determination to break through the defenses and conquer the city.

As the battle raged on, the orcs tried everything in their power to breach the city's walls.

They brought forward battering rams, hoping to smash through the gates, but the demons were ready for them.

The rams were met with a rain of flaming arrows, igniting the wooden frames and sending them crashing to the ground.

Boom―! Boom―! The walls of the city shook every time the orcs rammed against them, but as if they were made out of the sturdiest of materials, they didn't budge an inch.

"Continu-ahgh!"

The orcs continued to ram the walls, but it proved to be a futile endeavor.

Not only were they unable to break through the walls, but with each passing second, they suffered an increasing number of casualties as well.

"Khhh…khhh… This is not good."

Brutus muttered, overlooking the entire battlefield from afar.

He wielded a massive war axe in the palm of his hand. Because it was so heavy, the ground beneath the axe began to slope downward.

Brutus took his time as he brought the axe up to rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the walls off in the distance.

"Commander…"

he turned his head,

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

strategist caressed his hands and glanced at the walls in the

he realized how serious the circumstance was, he turned his attention

could you do something

"That's impossible."

abruptly refused before he even had a chance to state the nature of his request. The face of the strategist turned pale, and

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

his head once more, his gaze turning

strategist immediately flinched at the gaze and

that he

you think I want to stand

said all of a sudden, and the strategist raised his

"Yes?"

think I'm someone who would just stand idly and do nothing while

"N,no."

strategist shook his head, processing those words

not because

"Preventing you?"

comprehended something, and he hurriedly turned his head to

you from moving? … Could it

occurred to the strategist, and his expression

"That's correct."

to himself as he nodded his head, content that the strategist had finally grasped the concept behind

the Prince Kuzma. If that were to happen,

but the losses that would be sustained because of it

didn't think of

his

this conflict; however, in reality, he was not nearly as intelligent as the strategist who represented the

he should've seen through it

had failed as a

"It's alright."

him on the shoulder. Although he maintained a fierce expression, the level of ferocity in it was noticeably less

not impossible

"You mean…"

and he quickly raised

for us to win the war. It's not completely

by Brutus stoked the fire that was already present in the mind of the strategist, and

while, he raised his head in

a noticeable shock and unwillingness to

"Commander!"

figured it out? If you did, go

with a knowing look, the strategist's

the end, he let out

"…I understand."

strategist spun around with his shoulders hunched and walked briskly in the direction of one of the tents that they had erected in

a change immediately after

deeply before murmuring something to himself

the only