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."

elven

was beautiful, with silky silver hair that contained streaks of gold. She was the calmest of them all, and her eyes scanned those in the

losses is important, but that's not the

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

the moment is find

on his face, one of

multiple times to send assassins to kill him, but whoever this strategist is, they have multiple Duke ranked,

fell

said, and it

do

An elf finally spoke.

of the demons, and the leaders are up against the Demon King. We still know nothing about the situation, but from the last

got to

still speaking, everyone's expression froze, and a ringing noise echoed within

reactions varied, but at that moment, everyone stood up from their seats,

everyone

"Retreat right now!"

to the emergency portals

"Send the injured first!"

"The elders have lost!"

***

"Reporting, the―"

tent, the messenger was casually reporting the situation outside when their expression immediately froze. Not long after, their entire body

"Y,your highness."

to look up at all. He even held his breath, afraid

"Continue."

soft voice reached him, enveloping every part of his body and jerking his body up

to react to what had happened when he found himself standing a couple of

"What's the current situation?"

"Ah, right."

quickly recollected himself

clan and Greed clan have both sustained injuries, but they aren't extremely serious. They will need a bit

brows furrowed upon listening to

Patriarchs

this… This was outside of his

suffering much, but he underestimated the tenacity of

three races are set to be retreating from the battlefield. They

"I see."

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

"You can leave."

the messenger and proceeded to sit back down in

direction of Jezebeth, who was

his lips were slightly curled at

is as good as over,

his gaze

honest, the war had been over ever since quite a

powerful members of the three races had been disposed of and that the