The enemy's maneuvers undeniably echoed the precise warnings of former Commander Bastion.
Immediately following the sun's descent, Mistral transmitted disconcerting reports of peculiar activities within the forest.
Their strategy surged forward with remarkable speed, possibly driven by desperation or maybe an optimistic belief that a successful invasion would yield abundant new resources for their consumption.
Within Elvendom, the elves stood unwavering in their meticulously arranged positions, confident that their preparations would ensure a flawless execution.
With fewer than 50,000 elven mages and warriors, their population paled in comparison to humanity, amounting to just half of the enemy forces.
Adorned with the resources pilfered by Luke, they marveled at the Empire's capacity for mass-producing formidable weapons and armor. The relief of knowing they could employ these advanced armaments permeated their ranks.
