The general pondered Evan's words and then grunted in approval.
"Clever. The dark elves are experts in guerrilla tactics. They'll bleed the enemy dry before they even reach the stronghold."
As the generals busied themselves with executing Evan's commands, whispers began to circulate through the command centre. Even the most skeptical among the demons began to see him as a prodigy in the art of war.
"He's even better than the Progenitor."
Evan's ears caught this mutter and the boy couldn't help but smile wryly under his mask.
"They know when to press the attack and when to pull back; when to take risks and when to play it safe."
The murmurs grew louder as the generals exchanged glances. To them, the two boys had a unique synergy, a way of thinking that allowed them to complement each other perfectly. Arthur was a force of nature on the battlefield, while Evan was the calculating mind that guided their forces to victory.
