The Author's POV

The situation in Idonea was anything but favorable for the three races.

The demons were relentless in their pursuit, and although those of the three races did their best to hold on, the situation started to deteriorate for them quickly, and their side began to suffer an increasing number of casualties as the war continued.

"Retreat!"

The situation got so bad that the three races were forced into a retreat.

Although the demons' numerical strength was not superior to theirs... They were significantly less well organized than them, and each of their strategies appeared to be easily seen through by them.

In the main camp of the three races.

The dimly lit hall was filled with the sounds of heated discussion as representatives of the three factions gathered to discuss the ongoing war with the demons.

"We can't go on like this."

The elves, with their lithe frames and pointed ears, stood alongside the orcs, their muscular builds and fearsome visages contrasting sharply with the elegant elves.

"Khh… I agree. We can't go on like this."

The dwarves, short and stout with thick beards, sat at the head of the table, their stone faces betraying nothing of their thoughts. They quietly listened to the conversation between the elven and orcen representatives.

One of them abruptly stood up and smacked the table.

Smack!

"Of course, we can't go on like this! All you brutes focus on is individual battles, and don't think about the greater picture!"

"Khh...Khh... We are not cowards like you, dwarves. We don't retreat the first moment something goes wrong."

"That's exactly why we're losing!"

"Calm down; that's only a small part of the problem. Reality is that the demons are stronger than us."

One of the elves said, finally intervening in the discussion.

"Blaming our individual shortcomings at the moment will bring nothing good to the war. We have to change the discussion to a more productive one."

"Even so..."

The discussion was tense, with each faction accusing the others of failing to do their part in the war effort.

"As things stand, what we need to do at the moment is minimize our losses."

As the debate wore on, it became clear to the three races that the current situation couldn't go on.

With each passing second that they spent here discussing, more and more casualties were starting to pile up, and every second mattered.

"It's not about minimizing the losses."

the elven representatives

of gold. She was the calmest of them

is important, but that's not

the room like a bell. Her next words brought the entire room into

at the moment is find a way

face, one of the dwarven representatives

whoever this strategist is, they have multiple Duke ranked, and even a Prince ranked demon protecting them… It's

room fell into silence

with what he said, and it was this reality that

do

An elf finally spoke.

against the Demon King. We still know

never got to finish

that exact moment, while he was still speaking, everyone's

at that moment, everyone stood up from their seats, faces

Tell everyone to

"Retreat right now!"

to the

"Send the injured first!"

"The elders have lost!"

***

"Reporting, the―"

expression immediately froze. Not long after, their entire body trembled, and the demon

"Y,your highness."

up at all. He even held his breath, afraid

"Continue."

every part of his body

when he found himself standing a couple of meters away from

"What's the current situation?"

"Ah, right."

recollected himself and

the strongest members of the other races. The Patriarchs of the Pride clan and Greed clan have both sustained injuries, but they aren't extremely serious. They will need a bit of time to fully

advisor's brows furrowed upon listening to

Patriarchs have

this… This was outside of

of them without suffering much, but he underestimated the tenacity of the leaders from the

retreating from the battlefield. They are barely holding on, and the war is as good

"I see."

was only after a couple of minutes had passed that he raised

"You can leave."

and proceeded to sit back down

comfortable, he cast a small glance in the direction of Jezebeth, who was seated not so far from

his eyes closed, and his lips were

as good as over,

Casting his gaze away from Jezebeth, he bitterly

war had been over ever since quite a while

the moment that Jezebeth was back, he knew that the most powerful members of the three races had been disposed of