North of Elven Village Laplace.
Skies were grey and large, burning towers of smoke rose toward the sky like giant pillars. Under this incredible scenery, battle cries echoed as elven soldiers clashed with the rampaging goblins, trying their best to hold off the advancing horde.
Commander Brutus, dressed in top-tier battle attire, moved through the battlefield like lightning, his voice imbued with raw mana echoing through the surroundings like a thunderclap.
"Think of your family behind those walls! If any one of these goblins gets past, think of what they would do to your loved ones!"
Those words caused the elven soldiers' faces to turn ugly. A soldier who had lost one of his arms defending against a heavily armoured goblin threw his body forward headfirst, seemingly overwhelmed by despair and losing the ability to reason.
