From the rear position of the army, Patriarch Silverton and Patriarch Featherkind were looking over at the battlefield with solemn faces.
"Patriarch, Sir Stanley has fallen!" An urgent report was delivered by a panicked messenger.
"What?!" Patriarch Silverton was ashen-faced. Stanley was one of the Nascent Soul Espers of their family. Among the four Nascent Soul Espers that they have, his strength was ranked third.
The messenger wiped the sweat on his face as he relayed the situation. "According to our scouts, he was ambushed by three Nascent Soul Espers. He couldn't resist the combined attacks of the three and perished in less than a minute."
"Those bastards!" Patriarch Silverton punched the wall in his anger and left a deep hole.
"Sir Silverton, we have to step into the battlefield now!" Patriarch Featherkind urged him.
