"You Utopians! I swear, Eden will never forgive you!"
The words rang out quite hate-filled from the Elven Commander kneeling before me. He was all battered and bloodied from the fight.
This marked the fourth day since I had assumed command. Despite the ceaseless waves of attacks, we had managed to hold our ground—and more often than not, claim victory. Yet, today's battle had been anything but straightforward.
The Elven Commander had proven to be a capable tactician, his forces fighting with a precision that outshone the ferocity of yesterday's vampire-led assault. Still, their efforts fell short against the disciplined cohesion of the Ruvelion Royal Army.
In truth, the Ruvelions were leagues ahead of the Teraquin forces in competence. Where the Teraquins bickered and questioned every order, Freyja's commanders and their knights executed my demands without hesitation. It was almost too easy to lead them, as though they knew instinctively when to strike and when to hold back.
