Twelve hours and we have made up for what we have lost to the Grimms' strategy. We are reaping the lives of Grimms, dominating them.
I don't know why they haven't retreated yet. If I had been leading the army, I would have retreated, but Grimms aren't.
The Grimms aren't this stupid stubborn. At least the Grimms of my native world aren't, but these seemed so or maybe there is something else.
I have been feeling something strange for the past two hours. Maybe it is my imagination, but I did not think so. It is real, whatever I am feeling, and it is dangerous.
It is why I have become a lot more careful in the battles; spreading my soul sense further than I had, even mixing more rule-bending power, but I found nothing.
Still, I am trying, because if these bustards are planning something. Only by knowing it, will I be able to survive.
