"..."
"..."
Previously, the sun sat at the top of the sky. Now, it was more so in the middle of the sky.
"I just wanted to know, I've already found a flaw in your defense. No, a flaw in your entire strategy." Lunan informed, very blankly.
"..." Vulisk sat on his horse quietly, squinting.
⏤ He's bluffing. It's simply a haughty attempt to get me to expose the actual weak point. And as far as I know, which is relatively everything, there is no weak point in this defense.
The hexagonal-shaped prism had an absolute defense. It protected every angle, with its shaping increasing the firmness of the connection between each plate. And to add to that, it was shaped with a slight inward dent, to cause reflection.
But for some reason, understanding Lunan's genius intellect, he wondered what Lunan thought the point was.
After a few seconds, he responded:
"Really?" an obviously unbelieving tone. Despite this, Lunan continued.
"Yep. It's flawed all over the place. Is this your first battle?"
Ironically, this was Lunan's first actual battle as a general. He initially didn't plan on being a general at all, until Caelum saw his intellectual prowess and thought that the job was fitting.
"... If taunting is all you're gonna do to try and break my defense, I suggest waving your white flag. If you knew the supposed 'weak point', you would have attacked already."
"That's the difference between you and me. Rash. Impatient. You don't wait for things."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, I see the opening. But I'm choosing not to strike just yet."
"Why?"
"Because it's not the right time to strike."
"There is no right time to strike in this situation! There is no opening-"
Vulisk stopped talking. He realized that he was getting worked up over nothing, which was probably Lunan's intention.
"Hexagon-shaped defense... that's smart. To maximize area, right? That's what you were planning?"
"..."
"A shape like that is hard to maintain. If it were squares or triangles, it would be a different story. But hexagons? Are your mages even efficient enough for that?" Lunan continued.
"No matter the shape, my skilled mages would be able to uphold them!"
"You've been conversing with the enemy for too long. While your mages are concentrated on keeping that shield up, my men are all taking a break. They've encamped here!" Lunan laughed.
"..."
"A mole must've told you that I planned to ambush you from the sky or the ground, right?"
"!"
"Based on that shocked expression of yours, you're probably wondering how I knew? Well, change of plans. I'll destroy that shield!" he yelled out, with intense vigor and fervor.
A mage at the front, near Vulisk could hear it. There were mages stationed outside of the shield and inside the shield. This one was stationed outside.
She reached down to grab a potion that would recover his mana, sipping it in large gulps.
For just a few seconds, the smallest gap formed in the hexagon.
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"Kidding!"
Blood dripped down his nose, and fell from the corners of his eyes, staining his sclera red.
Hundreds of soldiers suddenly appeared inside the shield, Anore soldiers. They were positioned in their favor, in ways that allowed them to easily stab through soldiers.
The shield shattered!
On Lunan's face was a satisfied, mocking smile. Not the type of smiles that he had previously flashed at Vulisk, to throw him off. No, it was the type of smile that said 'I've won!', or the type of face that said 'Give up, it's over.'
He sat down on his horse.
"Charge!"
The soldiers, were a little groggy, as some of them had fallen asleep. But they got up, commanding their horses, and charging.
Vulisk stared, wide-eyed. His jaw clenched, tightly.
Within the now-broken shield, chaos ensued.
Anore forces were outnumbered. But catching the Sar forces off guard, they managed to take the numbers down.
With the new forces that Lunan was bringing toward the shield, it would be an equal, fair fight.