The general of the Thalurian Empire refused to budge. He refused to acknowledge the mistake, because Thalurians are so proud of their power.
Even with the monstrous metal beasts thundering across the plain, even with the hundreds of armored giants and thousands of knights riding roaring steel steeds, even with the sheer unnaturalness of Aethelgard's formation, he still clung to his pride.
Because if he believed what his eyes showed him, then defeat was already written. So he chose denial.
"Those are nothing but summoned illusions!" he bellowed, spit flying, voice cracking under the strain of desperation. "Tricks to frighten cowards! We break their line, and they shatter! Forward! Forward!"
