“This is truly the end,” Tenant thought, bowing his head.

Behind them, the Fenris Mercenary Corps crushed the remnants of the Rodrick army, while in front, the Fenris Count’s forces blocked their path.

There was no escape now.

They had been pursued relentlessly, cornered, and finally trapped.

“How could this happen…?”

The Fenris forces seemed to know every move their opponents made and where their allies were at all times. Their coordination was seamless, leaving no gaps or weaknesses.

“Incredible.”

Even “incredible” felt inadequate to describe it. Tenant couldn’t articulate it any other way—he was a knight, not a poet.