"He's breathing heavily!" A soldier quivered, holding his long spear, and repeated once more, "He's starting to breathe heavily! He's tired!"
"Yes, he's tired."
Another soldier beside him responded numbly, but had no intention of turning around.
Just desperately using a thick cloak from the military supplies, beating against the wreckage near the Ring Mountain's gap with those around him.
Hoping to extinguish the fire at the exit as soon as possible.
Darkley was an experienced commander, but he'd never fought a battle where thousands faced just one person.
The formation couldn't be deployed properly, and the strength of thousands couldn't concentrate on the 'small' individual.
Thus, sensibly enough, he still dispatched several soldiers, aiming to carve out a path through the mountain fire by manpower in case the warlock was eliminated.
