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…"

next to his ears. When he turned his

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

glanced

serious the circumstance was, he turned his

possible, could you do

"That's impossible."

strategist turned pale, and just as he was about

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

shook his head once

strategist immediately flinched at the gaze and

he was out

want to stand here and

of a sudden,

"Yes?"

me better than anyone by now. Do you really think I'm someone

"N,no."

shook his head, processing those words

that if I'm not acting, it's not because I don't want to, but because something is preventing me

"Preventing you?"

impression of having comprehended something, and he hurriedly turned his head

you from moving? …

thought occurred to the strategist, and

"That's correct."

head, content that the strategist had finally grasped

I were to act right now, I'd attract the attention of the Prince Kuzma. If that were to happen, and the

entire battlefield, but the losses that would be sustained

didn't

hung his head in

of strategist for this conflict; however, in reality, he was not nearly as intelligent as the strategist who represented the other races. He was head and shoulders above those of his own race, but when measured against the others, he came up

he should've seen through it from the

failed

"It's alright."

maintained a fierce expression, the level

still not impossible for us

"You mean…"

of the strategist lit up with excitement, and he quickly

way for us to win the war.

spoken by Brutus stoked the fire that was already present in the mind of the strategist, and he immediately began running through all of the

a short while, he raised

also a noticeable shock and

"Commander!"

did,

looked at him with a knowing look, the strategist's expression changed into

the end, he let out a

"…I understand."

briskly in the direction of

change immediately after the

murmuring something to himself

is the