"Retreat!!" roared a young man at the top of his lungs.
Hao tried his best to give his platoon leader more time to reduce the number of the Fell Beasts.
However, they've reached their absolute limit in acting alone as a platoon.
They had to fall back to the artillery lines stationed in the uplands.
Hal, lost in his trance, didn't hear the call.
He continued casting spells, despite a B-ranked Fell Beast scaling the cliff just a few meters beneath him.
He was lucky that Hao noticed his strange actions, sprinting back to him and pulling him back by his military uniform.
"Boss Hal! What are you doing?! We need to retreat!" reprimanded the bespectacled squadron leader, finally snapping his platoon leader back to reality.
"M-My bad, let's go," Hal responded, still a bit out of it.
Nonetheless, his legs began moving, sprinting back to the artillery lines alongside Hao and kicking up clouds of dust.
