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 his head, his eyes focused on a lanky

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

strategist caressed his hands and glanced at the walls in

how serious the circumstance was, he turned his attention back to

possible, could you do

"That's impossible."

the nature of his request. The face of the strategist turned pale, and just as he was about to

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

shook his head once

at the gaze and hastily lowered

knew that he was

think I want to

sudden, and the strategist

"Yes?"

anyone by now. Do you really think I'm someone who would just

"N,no."

shook his head, processing those words

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

"Preventing you?"

the impression of having comprehended something, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the city off in the

preventing you from moving? … Could it

the strategist, and his expression

"That's correct."

content that the strategist had

Kuzma. If that were to happen, and the two of us were

Kuzma… not only would the after effects of their battle reach the entire battlefield, but

I didn't think

his

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,

like this… he should've seen through it from

failed

"It's alright."

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

still not impossible for us

"You mean…"

up with excitement, and he quickly raised his head. He was met with Brutus's

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

was already present in the mind of the strategist, and he immediately

he raised his head

was also a noticeable shock and unwillingness to

"Commander!"

figured it out? If you did, go ahead and

knowing look, the strategist's expression changed

the end, he

"…I understand."

hunched and walked briskly in the direction of one of the tents that they had erected in

after the strategist turned around

murmuring something to himself

is the only