The demon army landed successfully, sweeping northward.
Whitelion Kingdom's forces lost a fifth of their number to this venomous onslaught.
Had Des not ordered a retreat in advance, the outcome could have been total annihilation.
Such is the formidable power of the demon's top echelons, capable of altering the course of a battle at a critical juncture.
Unlike Mokeni's shallow jubilation, Evan felt no joy in military achievements; they meant nothing to him.
He even found himself bored, as there was no one on this battlefield who could match him.
"The target is Wanhill. Advance," Evan commanded, looking towards the endless plains to the east.
Let's see what's there, he thought.
Perhaps there will be individuals of sturdier will.
...
Gerald was confident he had seized the initiative in the war.
The demon army on the western front was significantly tied down by Mingate and Glazed Pavilion.
