Fate of the tenth legion

on a high boulder in the southern area of Hoffenheim's domination circle --

"General, what did... the headquarters say?" A high-level sage took a step and spoke in a hesitant voice

"So? Are there any survivors?!"

"...General?!"

There were at least thirty other people on that rock, surrounded on all sides by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and yet apart from their short questions, if a needle fell, everyone would hear it…

All eyes were directed towards one person, a huge figure over three meters tall, light blue in color, wearing golden armor covering his entire body, only the helmet was out of place, showing his strong, sharp features and his long braided hair...