At the front, Commander Tyrel's expression turned grim as he watched the growing demon force. Despite the unease spreading through the ranks, he steeled himself, his eyes narrowing in determination.
"Men, charge! Leave no demon alive!" Commander Tyrel bellowed, his voice full of authority.
The human soldiers roared back, their collective cry echoing as they surged forward. The ten battalions, each with over two hundred soldiers, led by their respective leaders, charged toward the demon horde with a coordinated and disciplined assault.
Nearby, a group of surviving ogres—severely injured but still watching the battle—glared at the humans viciously. They were injured but smelling newly shed human blood in the battlefield, they roared to life and joined the fight while absorbing the blood with ferocity.
