The guard was crouching in the snow, covered in blood, his head battered and bleeding. It was clear he'd fought tooth and nail to make it back and deliver the news.
The general was grinding his teeth with rage, but with all eyes on him, he couldn't do anything.
Fortunately, the War Priest was already dead.
That was good news, but also bad news.
--If even the War Priest had died in the black fog, what made me think I could face this apocalypse?
But if I didn't go, then violating my role would spell disaster.
How was he supposed to face the situation now?
As the commander, if he didn't step forward when challenged by the enemy, he'd be an unworthy commander.
Unless something unexpected happened...
Unexpected...
What unexpected thing could happen in a situation like this?
Could he pretend to have a stomachache?
--At this rate, the world's rules would probably throw me straight into the heart of the apocalypse.
The general's gaze swept quickly over everyone present.
These people were all too weak. If my subordinates could come, then we'd be able to go in and fight...
Just then, he heard a commotion at the city gate.
"General! General!"
Someone shouted loudly.
Everyone turned to look. Twenty soldiers in full armor were rushing toward them, led by an officer.
They dashed up before the general, saluted in unison, and shouted, "Please lead us into battle, General!"
The general froze.
All of the War Priest's subordinates from the Ten Thousand Beasts Deep Cave had been brought here.
Some of his own subordinates were here too.
They'd all been swept into the apocalypse and lost contact for a while. He hadn't found them yet.
By all rights, they should have turned into people with different identities and been making