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The massacre was short-lived, however, as the general noticed the lesser demons actively avoiding direct confrontation. The momentum of the Ogre army faltered as their enemies' evasive maneuvers left them disoriented. This confusion deepened as the demons seemed to ignore their attackers, refusing to engage.

For the Ogres, nothing was more disheartening than being disregarded on the battlefield. Yet, they pressed on, their sense of duty compelling them to continue—even if killing enemies who wouldn't fight back felt dishonorable.

Then, the general and his army noticed an approaching force of demons moving directly toward them. For the first time, the general smiled, pleased to face a worthy challenge. He let out a roar as he and his men charged to meet the oncoming enemy.

As the distance closed, the general's expression grew serious. This was no ordinary demon force. Leading them were two figures—one male, the other female—whose power was on par with his own.