In a tent within the Nososi Duchy's military camp,
"When will this war end?" A strong youth lying on a bloody bed murmurs in a low, listless voice, his face full of confusion.
Next to him lays a set of heavily claw-marked armor, which is his crucial dependence for surviving on the battlefield.
"Once we flatten the Zaiychek Great Forest and take it down, we can go home." A soldier chewing on a piece of jerky answers without raising his head.
"Flatten Zaiychek? You're joking, right? The armies of Nukaran, Nososi, and Mozeli, the three kingdoms, couldn't even break through the periphery of Zaiychek, despite their numbers nearly reaching a million."
"I heard from my superior officer that the majority of the monsters in Zaiychek are gathered in front of us. As long as we can crush them, the war will be over." Another soldier, who had removed his heavy armor, chimed in.
