“Yes, only eleven,” the old swordsman said, keeping his casual demeanor. “And they all appear quite a bit weaker than the ones on my planet.”
“I will make the soldiers retreat,” the commander said, not thinking about the matter any further. He had been on many battlefields, both now and during the civil war… and he felt like he stood before a figure even the general would only salute in respect. A true man of the battlefield.
“You are listening to this madman?” the mage exclaimed.
The commander just ignored the mage as he quickly sent the order. He got many confused answers from the squad leaders, but they all did as they were told. As they all retreated, the Primas and thousands of monsters began moving to attack the barrier.
At the same time, the swordsman moved. He gave a thankful n
