[Plains of Drago, Alfheim.]
[Central Army.]
Wilhelm blinked away the dizziness in his eyes as he walked out of the teleportation portal.
Despite all the restrictions that had been placed on teleportation, Wilhelm had no choice but to use it.
'There has been an increase in activity on the border.'
He thought as he began to walk towards his tent.
This was also the reason why he had met with Queen Pasithea just now.
He addressed the problem once again and asked for reinforcements as soon as possible.
'I just hope we can hold them down till then.'
But the more Wilhelm looked around, the more he doubted it.
The Elven army was already at a critical point, with the deaths of their people taking a toll on them.
A cold wind blew across the open plains, carrying with it the scent of smoke and blood.
Wilhelm clenched his fists as he walked past rows of tents, many of which were damaged or half-empty.
A few saluted as he passed. He gave them a firm nod in return, not stopping.
