As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, the group of grandmaster angel elves made a silent decision. Their movements were measured and cautious, a stark contrast to the usually resolute and imposing presence they projected. As they slowly began to withdraw from the frontline, their expressions were grim, eyes darting nervously around, ensuring their retreat went unnoticed by their own forces.
One of the grandmasters, a seasoned veteran with a deep voice that usually commanded respect, murmured just loud enough for his nearby comrades to hear, "This isn't desertion. We're merely regrouping, reassessing our strategy in the face of... unforeseen power."
Another, younger but no less skilled, nodded in agreement, her tone laced with rationalization, "Yes, to stay now would be folly. We must survive to fight another day, return when we are stronger and more prepared for this new threat."
