Litrakq remained laid back as she sat in the comfort of an elven-style home atop the Mountain Jungle, just as she had expected, the enemy was too spooked to try and push forward, they were right to be afraid, the entire jungle was one big death trap, her soldiers were everywhere, traps were everywhere, and with her iron grip over the local elves, she could call upon nature to manifest the weather, only the incredibly strong could just charge through the jungle.
Unfortunately, she had the backing of the Verfolger to prevent this from happening, so she had an undeniable advantage as the defender.
And now, the enemy troops were losing morale, the human soldiers in particular, they had fought tooth and nail, watched their fellows be mowed down like tall grass, and now what? The enemy had retreated and there was nothing they could do about it? To them, it felt like all the deaths had been meaningless.
