"Useless...!" Tristan muttered, seeing the situation in front of his eyes. The emergence of his elite, white-armored soldiers indeed gave the rest of the soldiers courage as they followed them to march forward. But Sebastian's army, which was less than half of the number of his army, could somehow eliminate them twice as effectively.
He couldn't believe an army of a previously unknown man was this experienced, skilled, and organized at dealing with mass battle. The amount of trust they had in each other... the amount of teamwork and coordination on the battlefield was top-notch.
His elite soldiers, who should have been able to break the defense line and go through to the heart of the army to finish the battle in a swift victory...
"Surprised?"
Tristan flinched in shock. He was so focused on watching the battle under him that he just realized someone was walking toward him.
Yes. Walking.
