In the south, a gigantic garden materialized, within which a shadowy figure suddenly appeared.
"Lord Awgus, Duke, I come bearing greetings from my master to you," the figure said.
A tall and imposing presence stood ahead, with its back to the shadow, showing no intent to turn around.
"What business do you have now? I have said before that I will not cooperate with you."
"Lord Awgus, we are quite sincere, and with your abilities alone, it is simply impossible to take down the Chirali Empire. The princess has only yet to react, but soon she'll be able to gather even more powerful allies."
In this world, the strong are always revered, and the same holds true for large-scale warfare.
Whoever has more and stronger champions holds the advantage.
Ordinary armies are merely there to take care of the miscellaneous. Only when there's a power balance at the top, do they get their chance to shine. Of course, this is not to say that the lower-level troops are completely useless.
