"How… How the fuck did this happen?!" Leo screamed in anger.
Even amid the raging blizzard, he was able to see the sheer destruction the Overlord was causing. Soldiers, regardless of their realm, were being flung to the side like ragdolls.
Even the mighty Grandmasters, who had been too slow to react, were being killed like ants.
"The Lord lost against their Overlord." Michael said, his tone sounding unusually calm.
"Like it or not, the whole battle rested on his shoulders. Now that he has lost against the alien's leader, we are powerless."
One of the most important qualities of a soldier was to know when there was no chance of victory. There was nothing shameful in retreating in order to fight the next day.
Everybody wanted to retort, to argue that Michael's assessment had been somewhat wrong. Yet they all knew, if the Lord, a man that had possessed such overwhelming might, had lost against the Overlord, what chance did they have?
