"Atele! Stop your men; they will be running to their deaths!"
The melodious voice resonated at the cliff's edge; the Scythe-Wielding Commander exclaimed as she looked towards one of her most trusted friends.
"They have already made a great achievement. This regiment will be able to help the other cities. There is no reason to rush forward while your strongest men are injured. None of you have even achieved Sun-Rank. You orcs think too highly of yourselves. If it were possible to save everyone, there would be no war!"
As the Beowolves heard the exclamation of one of the strongest Asgardians on Alfheim. None of them dared to criticize her outburst, nor did they ignore their pleas. Instead, each of the Beowolves looked at Crystal with gratitude and respect.
