Dawn broke over the united lands, casting a pale glow on the vast encampment where the leaders of the major races had gathered. At the head of this assembly stood the towering banners of humanity, elves, and dwarves, symbols of the temporary alliance forged in the face of a common enemy.
The various leaders had gathered in a tent that served as a temporary command centre. Across from one another, the human kings, the elven elders, and the dwarven commanders exchanged measured words about the grim realities on the front.
They had gone over the alliance with the monsters, and though some still had the bad taste in their mouths, it was a necessity if they wished to preserve themselves and the future of their people. At first light, the combined force of the major races would march forth to eliminate the Demon Lord, while the smaller races would continue to hold the back lines.
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