In the forest path of Giant Peak Mountain, a majestic team of Cyclops was weaving through.
At this moment, almost every Cyclops here was covered with countless scars, large and small, looking shocking to the eye.
Even though fatigue was already etched on their faces, it could not stop their determined steps forward.
Because ahead on the road lay their warm home;
Because their families were waiting for their triumphant return at home;
Waiting for them to bring back the exhilarating news of their overwhelming victory against the Demon Race.
At the forefront of the team, a young Cyclops asked the sturdy Cyclops beside him:
"Father, is this really worth it for us?"
Even though it wasn't the first time asking, the young Cyclops couldn't help but repeat the question.
Remembering how the Cyclops Race had nearly sent tens of thousands of warriors for support, and now less than a few thousand were returning alive, not even a tenth of their original numbers.
