In the icy expanse where the battle raged,
"Bruce, can't you see? Luke Bick has ordered us to fall back," voiced Weima, her tone laced with concern. Despite the toll of battle, her magical reserves were scarcely tapped, a stark contrast to the human warriors now teetering on the brink of collapse. Bruce and Weima, dragons in disguise, harbored a wealth of power yet untapped, a secret advantage against their spectral foes.
"There are five of the saintly rank," Bruce outlined with a calculated calm. "I will confront three, including their leader. You need only contain the other two. Give me half an hour, and the saintly ranks shall fall by my hand. As for their underlings, let Luke Bick's exhausted band deal with them. Without the saintly pressure, they will manage."
