While Emery continued his grueling battle against the female grand magus Syltrith, ten miles away, Major Zoller stood on a rocky vantage point, observing the fight with disbelief. "To think the reports were true... He's only a magus and can fight like that?! No wonder Lady Ishtar wants him dead."
Zoller's gaze remained fixed on the chaotic duel in the distance, where Emery's raw power was on full display against Syltrith's deadly techniques. For a moment, the major faltered in his resolve, torn between admiration for the young magus and the weight of his orders.
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a magus squad leader; his armor scorched from the skirmish. "Sir, we've successfully eliminated all the elves' warriors. Should we proceed to assist the lieutenant?"
Zoller's expression twisted into irritation as he barked, "What?! Are you blind? Can't you see all those orcs? Go fight them next!"