The first official battle between the fell race and the humans in the southeast of Maegrath Continent had already been ongoing for a day and a half.
While the situation had more or less stabilized due to the unexpected, occasional retreat of the fell horde, the creations were still in formation a distance away, threatening to attack from time to time.
The Imperial Army couldn't afford the luxury of relaxation and was constantly kept on edge by its sudden attacks.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for some soldiers, not everyone was allowed to join.
There were a few left to guard the Parralen Valley Outpost.
The young man atop the wooden watchtower, however, didn't seem happy to be left out.
"Aihh…damn it…I could be out there making a name for myself, but I'm stuck here instead!" cursed the red-haired man, slamming his fists to one of the watchtower's pillars.
