The blood-stained blade reflected a calm, resolute face. This was an aged commander of the Dark Half-Elves; none other than Prince Chasing Shadow of the Dark Half-Elves.
The sudden scene caused the surrounding Broken Wing soldiers, who had just been sneering in agreement, to widen their eyes in terror before falling with screams, all defeated by the Dark Half-Elf soldiers standing behind them, one by one resembling Prince Chasing Shadow.
"Your Highness, I report that this group of stray soldiers has been completely wiped out."
A Dark Half-Elf general saluted with a hand on his chest, reporting to Prince Chasing Shadow.
"Very well. Where is the next group of stray soldiers located?"
Prince Chasing Shadow nodded slightly, inquiring.
"Replying to Your Highness, according to our scouts scattered around, there's another group at the other end of the forest, roughly numbering over a thousand, capitalizing on the chaos to break through."
