The Elemental Mages, the Summoner, Knights, Berserkers…all of them died.
Not even the scouting teams – except the main team that stayed back to scout the territory had survived.
A meticulously trained army with nearly 2,000 combatants dwindled down to less than 500 fighters in the blink of an eye. All of a sudden, the vast majority of Michael's hard work went down the drain.
Realization struck him hard. He slumped down to the ground as his legs went limp, staring at the collapsed entrance to the Elementals cave. Michael couldn't believe how his glorious conquest turned out to be nothing but a trap, an illusion.
One moment they had been killing everyone, gaining a foothold in the enemy's territory, and in the next moment almost everyone was dead.
It was his fault.
