The village of Orleth, located on the front lines, was the most vulnerable position in the battle. Unlike other villages, it was not protected by illusionary barriers, and the number of soldiers sent to defend its lands was significantly lower.
Despite this huge disadvantage, they had managed to repel their enemies, largely due to the presence of their general, Patriarch Rakahn Orleth.
Estia, lost in her thoughts, watched Rakahn advance onto the battlefield, holding the head of the enemy commander. The latter was a variant demon, which heightened the feeling of dread she experienced while observing the general. She couldn't help but feel a slight terror towards him.
"He's the kind of person you never want to cross," she murmured as she savored a warm soup that morning.
Three days had passed since that massive attack. Their losses were minimal, and their spoils were more than satisfactory.
