The Rikaner Kingdom, the Dimon Kingdom, and the Ocas Empire had once stood on the front line against the demons.
Together, they had maintained order on the Northern Frontier.
But after the Rikaner Kingdom fell and the Ocas Empire pulled back to protect itself, only the Dimon Kingdom continued to resist.
They had nowhere left to retreat.
Now Free City's involvement had given the Kingdom another way out... but it was one the Royal Family could not accept.
Only the King, the First Prince, and Grand Marshal Garkin on the front line knew about it.
When Grand Marshal Garkin learned of it, he sent back a single reply—"Understood"—then stepped onto the command room's balcony.
Behind him, the generals argued endlessly in the Map Room. Beyond the window reflecting Grand Marshal Garkin's massive frame lay a darkness too thick to disperse. Deep within it, flashes of light briefly illuminated the land, shaking the window frame without cease.
Clack—
The Map Room door swung open, and a messenger rushed in. The roar outside and the chaotic noise from the camp swept in with the bitter wind.
The guards behind him shut the door, cutting off the noise.
Those flashes in the darkness were not lightning, but the glow of Fel Energy. The roar was not thunder, but the sound of battle in the distance.
Only the darkness was truly darkness. Lurking within it was a Rat Tide like a surging sea.
That was what the Ratfolk were like: endless, bearing down on you like waves. Anyone who faced them felt helplessness and despair.
City walls?
A wall was only a wall if it could wear down the Ratfolk. Otherwise, no matter how high it stood, it was just a little mound of dirt.
The Northern Resistance Legion's deputy liaison took the message