"Another mage..." - Luther shivered, the memory of that man-made disaster still vivid in his mind. Despite his five decades on the battlefield, he had never witnessed such devastating power concentrated in the hands of a single individual. It was akin to the legends passed down by their ancestors, tales warning of the formidable power wielded by rare mages.
"We need to avoid a direct confrontation with such a formidable opponent. We can't face him in an open field, we will be doomed fighting head on." - Henry said - "The diversionary tactic will be an essential contingency and a way to end everything quickly, minimizing our losses. I know that we are lacking a General in the frontlines at this moment and I expect to fill this void as soon as possible, but can you do it, Luther?' - Henry asked, pointing at the snow with his twig.
