"Hold the line?" Jerome spat angrily, "Do you plan to just watch as the warriors of the Kingdom die?"
"Of course not, but it's far too dark now, and we don't even know who the enemy is. Have you considered the consequences of a rash attack, Giant General?" Prince Oli said gravely.
Jerome knew that Oli made sense. He was a renowned general of the Dwarf Kingdom, celebrated for his strategic expertise and calm demeanor in battle.
However, he found his emotions spiraling out of control tonight, having never encountered such a bizarre situation in his many years of command.
The sudden Fire Meteor, White Light Pillar, and monsters with glowing eyes had completely thrown him into a panic—only starting to regain his composure after Oli reminded him.
Just then, Aragon's men, whom he had sent out earlier, returned with eight wild men, the chieftains of the eight largest tribes of the Dragon Ridge Mountain Range.
