Jirin starts formulating strategies in his mind for how to handle this new foe, but none of them are effective enough to implement.
"Sir! What should we do?!" One of the soldiers asks Jirin and the commander, both are stunned and struggle to find the words.
The commander looks over to Jirin for an answer. Jirin stutters a bit then says, "R-retreat, there is nothing we can do against him or his battalion…"
The commander nods in agreement as Jirin starts to instruct their mages in the back to make teleportation circles as quickly as possible while those with an earth affinity begin to mess up the land to delay the enemies.
After an hour of fighting while trying to hold their position to form a circle a loud explosion rings through their camp as a squadron of 20 people stand before them, at the front is the prince dressed in golden armor.
"They are here!!!" A mage shouts.
