"It's actually true—"
At the very front of the human army, Alama and Lorenzo, who had seen Link standing across from them with their own eyes, both wore extremely grim expressions.
Especially since, from time to time, they could feel the intentional or unintentional gazes coming from the Dwarves and Elves.
"Then we can still make up for it—" Lorenzo used the staff in his hand like a command baton and swung it toward Link and the Demon King. "As long as we stop him here!"
The Mages and archers who had long been standing by attacked in unison. The shrieks of arrows and the hum of spellcasting merged into one as they poured toward the two figures in the distance.
"Attack!" The Elves and Dwarves followed close behind, pressing flames and thunderstorms, earthen spikes and thorny vines all toward the center of the battlefield.
The Demon King raised a hand. The earth churned up by the Mages was pressed back to the ground, the spreading vines suddenly withered, and even the spells already closing in changed direction midair, crashing into the following rain of arrows and exploding into flames across the sky.
His movements were unhurried, as if he did not take the allied forces of the three races seriously at all. Yet inwardly, he was far from as calm as he appeared.
"It knows we're coming."
Link glanced at his Panel, which had been dimming ever since a moment ago.
"Then there's no way back." He gripped his sword and rolled his wrist. "What are our chances?"
"Less than twenty percent."
Link raised a brow. "That's not too bad. At least it's still over ten percent."
From the beginning, neither he nor the Demon King had been confident of victory.
They were indeed powerful, but what they faced