"Seriously, what's going on with this whole thing?" Aljom followed behind Ataf, feeling uneasy since the beginning—they had previously thought that this kid was just an assistant priest from the Church, someone whose name they'd heard, albeit someone who the Church and the Mowish family were likely just trying to gild. Such things were common these days, and over a dozen commanders of the defense legions had already agreed that if this kid didn't act sensibly on the battlefield, they'd just kick him to the side—As a commander of the Guards Army, Ataf brought a division here, they were guarding both flanks, with several groups from the Western Province deciding to take the lead in the central army.
The division under Ataf couldn't be completely worn down, they were heading north to fight the Chaos, dying in a battle with the Black Orcs would be a pointless loss.
Then things turned out to be somewhat unexpected—they got word that this youngster was leading an army for the first time.
