The knight leader's eyes went wide with dread.
Fight? No… The reports were clear, Armand's army wasn't just strong. They were overwhelming.
Their weapons and armor gleamed with top-tier enchantments, far superior to anything mercenaries or rogue knights could muster, even superior than Royal Army.
And those Pekko units… monsters, not just birds. No cavalry could outrun or outmaneuver them. Even the horses panicked, snorting and backing away at the distant screech and thunder of approaching Pekko.
The leader's voice cracked. "Everyone! R-retreat! Fall back!!"
Men scrambled for their horses, tripping over themselves in their rush to flee. Armor clattered, gear spilled across the ground as panic swept the camp.
But as the leader turned, ready to flee with the rest, his blood ran cold.
