"Yes. I might be old, but I'm not senile just yet." Hozumi seemed to derive the king's thoughts from a whole duchy away.
Alexios was not in a joking mood; thus, the elder continued. "He used his powerful earth magic to create moving hills that carried his people who engaged their backlines and artillery from their blind spots. When those on the moving hills were cornered, he teleported them to safety. Then he built new ones. The formations kept shifting faster than our troops could adapt. Every time the troops tried to close the distance, they were replaced."
"That ability… it truly is a headache. Capturing Devil will prove nearly impossible. We'll need a plan executed to perfection," Alexios grunted while his hand tightened around the armrest. The stone groaned under his grip but refused to give way.
Hozumi, however, was not finished.
