Erisgrirlum rushed towards Yggdrasil, it was hard enough to deal with the Dark Forces that seemed to have even the Dark Mages in their army but to have a large number of Dark Elves as well was a worst-case scenario.
A lot of his soldiers had ended up getting infected by the dead mana and were gravely injured. Currently he could only command and dispatch around half of the full strength of his army. He could only hope the Dragon was already on his way, because the scene before him made him believe that Edrisyl might fall before the daybreak.
"Your Majesty!" One of the generals who was managing to keep up with him shouted, "The soldiers-"
Erisgrirlum turned his head as the said general started coughing and he couldn't see anyone else behind them.
