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…"

his ears. When he turned his head,

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

glanced at the walls in the

he turned his attention back to Brutus and shared his thoughts with

could you do

"That's impossible."

his request. The face of the strategist turned pale, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he was abruptly cut off in the

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

his head once more, his gaze turning

immediately flinched at the

knew that he was

I want to stand here and

said all of a sudden, and the

"Yes?"

think I'm

"N,no."

head, processing those

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

"Preventing you?"

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

you from moving? …

thought occurred to the strategist,

"That's correct."

he nodded his head, content that the strategist had finally

that were to happen, and

battle between Brutus and 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

I didn't think

strategist hung his head

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

this… he should've seen through

failed as a

"It's alright."

Although he maintained a

situation is still not impossible for

"You mean…"

eyes of the strategist lit up with excitement, and he quickly raised his

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

already present in the mind of the strategist, and he

he raised his

noticeable shock and unwillingness to

"Commander!"

If you did, go ahead and carry out

knowing look, the

end, he let

"…I understand."

in the direction of one of the tents that they had erected

a change immediately after the

before murmuring something to himself in a low

the only