Damn it, why was there an Imperial Magic Cannon unit behind our main force?
And when did those damned Mage Soldiers arrive on the battlefield?
Why would the damned Empire send Mage Soldiers to a battlefield where they had no tactical advantage whatsoever, and dispatch nearly a thousand of them at once?!
In the southern part of the Iron Horse Mountain Front, Damon watched his own legion ahead. Under the bombardment and Explosive Magic, more than half had been killed or wounded in an instant. Even the survivors had either lost limbs or suffered shattered armor.
At that moment, Damon was so furious he nearly ground his teeth to pieces. The rage and grief building in his chest nearly made him cough up blood on the spot.
His once-proud, powerful hands had begun trembling uncontrollably under the influence of his emotions.
But Damon knew that beyond anger, what he felt more was fear.
Fear that rose uncontrollably from the depths of his soul toward Explosive Magic, which could devour lives in an instant with unprecedented terror!
He, hailed as the Morning Star Clan's bravest warrior, was actually afraid of a group of humans?
What kind of bullshit was that?! Damn it all!
"Major General Damon, we need to withdraw at once!"
Before Damon could emerge from his resentment and frustration, Galil, who had arrived at some point, spoke in a deep voice to warn him:
"Under the enemy's ambush and Explosive Magic attacks, more than half of our main force has already been lost. Furthermore, the Imperial Army's 1st Division has begun its counterattack. We can no longer turn this battle around, Major General!"
"...Are you telling me to abandon those soldiers and flee back to the Morning Star Territory as a coward, as a defeated man?!"
Damon's eyes were