A few days later, at dawn, several human subcommanders gathered around the handsome and powerful commander Alden Milariant.
Alden had managed to drive back the enemy in recent days, and although he had only killed weak demons in the process, his victory had filled him with momentum and confidence. However, after the warning he received from the military council, he decided to restrain himself a little, despite how indignant he felt.
"It seems more flies have arrived," said a deputy commander who had focused on developing his magical perception, which allowed him to sense a wave of demonic energy rising in the demon camp.
"They are only weak demons, we should not worry, we must just continue attacking occasionally until the superior commander orders us to act," Alden immediately walked back to his military tent.
