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…"

voice rang next to his ears. When he turned

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

his hands and glanced at the walls

turned

you

"That's impossible."

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

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

head once more,

flinched at the

that he

you think I want to stand

a sudden,

"Yes?"

should know me better than anyone by now. Do you really think I'm someone who would just

"N,no."

shook his head, processing

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

"Preventing you?"

at last gave off the impression of having comprehended something, and he hurriedly turned

that's preventing you from moving?

thought occurred to the strategist, and his expression

"That's correct."

he nodded his head, content that

the attention of the Prince Kuzma. If that were to

Prince Kuzma… not only would the after effects of their battle reach the entire battlefield, but the losses that would be sustained because of it would be immense. Far greater than what it was at

I didn't think of

strategist hung his

intelligent as the strategist who represented the other races. He was head and shoulders

like this… he should've seen through

had failed as a

"It's alright."

him on the shoulder. Although he maintained a fierce expression, the level

situation is still not impossible

"You mean…"

with excitement, and he quickly raised his head. He

there's a way for us to

the mind of the strategist, and

short while, he

also a noticeable shock and

"Commander!"

figured it out? If you did, go ahead and carry out

with a knowing look, the strategist's

he let out a

"…I understand."

hunched and walked briskly in the direction of

after the strategist turned around and

inhaled deeply before murmuring something to himself in a low

is the