The human race's advantage seemed to be nothing but a fleeting illusion the moment the Fell Beasts reached their ranks.
The mindless creations, who were getting ruthlessly massacred earlier, didn't look so pitiful now, as their maws and claws tore the smaller warriors of the more sentient race to pieces.
The Imperial Wizard Army's morale began to take a hit as their defensive lines were shaken.
There was truly no other way to hold the line, except for scrap with the beasts in a chaotic battlefield, was there?
Humans simply weren't physically capable of such feats.
Holding tall shields and standing in a neat formation? Those outdated tactics wouldn't even hold for a single second.
In the world of Arcovar, mana was king.
Arcane Beasts, whose bodies were nourished and strengthened by mana for simply existing, were far stronger than mere humans.
They were quite fortunate that the gods gave them a path of survival: wizardry.
