"Orey!?"
Balto looked at the most core figure in the White Wizard Army and uttered an incredulous sound.
"It's me."
The White Wizard Army split in the middle, clearing a path for their commander, Orey.
"Armed with better equipment than ours, and a larger number of people, yet we only just managed to hold our defense..."
Orey walked up to Balto, and with the sunlight falling behind him, Balto could not clearly see his face, feeling an oppressive pressure suffocating him.
"Is this how your staff conducts warfare?"
Balto opened his mouth to say something in defense, but in the face of the ironclad truth, everything he could say seemed weak and meaningless.
Orey ended the newly created staff department with a single battle and took back power.
"Count the casualties," Orey said indifferently.
"...Yes," Balto responded with a bitter echo.