Behind Isaac, the others watched the retreating Black Orc army and exchanged glances. Was the crisis... over?
That simple?
That fast?
They stared at the retreating Black Orc army for a moment. Once they confirmed it wasn't just a feint, the weight on their chests finally lifted. It was really... over...
Though the War wouldn't end immediately—the Black Orcs were sure to attack again soon—they had weathered the hardest wave. The rest would be much simpler.
For one, it would be difficult for the Black Orcs to assemble another army of this size. For another, they now had enough time to take the initiative, to strike out and stop the Black Orcs from massing their forces. With Caesar, a High-level Knight, leading the charge, the enemy wouldn't stand a chance of gathering their army again!
Unless they could simultaneously dispatch five or more High-level Creatures, each comparable to a High-level Knight, to trap Caesar.
