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."

of the elven

gold. She was the calmest of them all, and her

not the main problem that we need

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

the moment is find a way to deal with the

grim look on his face, one of the dwarven representatives

send assassins to kill him, but whoever this strategist is, they have multiple Duke ranked, and even a Prince ranked demon protecting them… It's not something that we can achieve without

fell into

he said, and it was this

do

An elf finally spoke.

and the leaders are up against the

got to finish that

moment, while he was still speaking, everyone's expression

at that moment, everyone stood up

everyone

"Retreat right now!"

everyone evacuate to the emergency portals

"Send the injured first!"

"The elders have lost!"

***

"Reporting, the―"

the strategist's tent, the messenger was casually reporting the situation outside when their expression immediately froze. Not

"Y,your highness."

up at all. He even held his breath, afraid of somehow getting

"Continue."

every part of his body and

what had happened when he found himself standing a couple of

"What's the current situation?"

"Ah, right."

quickly recollected himself and

strongest members of the other races. The Patriarchs of the Pride clan and Greed clan have both sustained injuries, but

advisor's brows furrowed upon

of the Patriarchs have sustained

This was outside of

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

three races are set to be retreating from the battlefield. They are barely holding on, and the war is as good

"I see."

the information slowly. It was only

"You can leave."

to sit back down in

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

closed, and his lips were slightly

is as good as

those words. Casting his

the war had been over

back, he knew that the most powerful members of the three races had been disposed of and that the war had ended at that