Demon King General Valeria was near the outskirts of the Dwarven Kingdom. The bitter memories from the recent battle flashed before her eyes—humans pushing her forces back, forcing her into a humiliating retreat. Her pride, shattered by their growing strength, was unbearable. As she stood in the dense forest, the bark of the tree she gripped began to crack under the force of her anger.
"Those miserable insects..." she hissed, her red eyes glowing with fury. The veins in her hands bulged, and the tree bark splintered further, shards falling to the ground. Her grip tightened until the tree gave way completely, snapping with a loud crack, and crashing to the forest floor.
Valeria clenched her teeth, remembering the human weapons that had torn through her. This time, she had to change her strategy if she wanted to win the next fight against the humans, starting by attacking their ally, the dwarves.
