A Demigod

Someone came rushing in, not caring if it was a private meeting of the elven council.

The person who went inside was just an ordinary soldier, and when the gazes of the council members lay on him, he wanted to hide his face, but the thought of what had happened gave him courage.

"I am so sorry to interrupt your reunion, but the dark race army is marching towards us right now!"

"What?"

They exchanged glances, got up from their seats, and went outside the castle to see if what the soldier was saying was true. It was.

Far away from the Drakonia city, an army of creatures could be seen, marching in their direction with blood lust gazes, wanting to tear the elves and humans apart.

Arthur could not understand why the enemy decided to fight there, away from the dark lands, where they had the terrain advantage. Did they have a triumph card? Arthur was not the only one thinking that, but all the higher-ups from the elves and humans had the same thought.