"Duke, what's wrong? Why did you retreat?" The dwarf King Riel was covered in blood. He looked back at the citadel in confusion.
"This is my idea," Link said.
"Master, you…you're here? You still have energy?" Riel didn't count on Link joining the direct battle. He'd already blocked the dark godly technique for the army. As a Magician, Link had done enough.
Link nodded. "My power has mostly recovered, but we don't have enough soldiers. I checked, and there are less than 13,000 now. If this continues, we will be defeated—"
Before he could finish, a loud screech came from the Black Forest.
The sound was grating. It was the typical cry of a Winged Howler and reverberated across the entire battlefield. After this, the demons that had been violently attacking the city walls were momentarily dazed. Then they retreated.
