Emerald Palace. The kingdom's upper echelon gathered once more, and the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.
It truly was, "What you fear is what comes."
The Alpha Kingdom had been trying to steady the Elves and keep them from joining this war, but they had ultimately failed.
The Elven army had not come charging in, but the Elven mages had appeared on the battlefield first.
"The Elves joining the war was both unexpected and only natural.
From the moment they refused to sign a non-aggression pact with the kingdom, I imagine everyone already knew the outcome. They simply entered the war earlier than expected.
Mages held a special position in the military and had always been priority targets for protection, so their chances of dying in battle were relatively lower.
From the Elves' perspective, sending mages to help their allies fight was actually a highly cost-effective move.
Their early entry into the war may mean the Elves sensed the danger and realized this Continental War was different from the previous ones."
Hudson was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
No matter how uncertain he felt inside, at a time like this, he, the army's commander, could not panic.
The kingdom's unity rested on the belief that they could survive the crisis by pulling together. If there truly seemed to be no hope, everyone would inevitably start looking for their own way out in advance.
One only had to look at the behavior of the nobles in the frontline nations. Those great aristocrats had long secretly transferred away some of their descendants. The forces appearing on the battlefield were merely the strength their families displayed openly.
If everyone had truly been willing to fight to the death, the allied army on the western front would not have been driven back again