The 'Embers' are gradually getting accustomed to this tactic of following behind Lann.
First, a breakthrough in the front, then they break through the formation to widen the chaos, ultimately achieving overwhelming victory as the enemy completely collapses.
Though somewhat repetitive, a useful tactic doesn't have a reason to be replaced as long as it yields results.
Lann looked up.
The mountain top was filled with terrifying marks blasted by high-level magic.
Glazed earth, massive rocks unevenly disintegrated by high heat, lava and frost eroding each other on the ground, hissing.
"The enemy on this half of the slope is no longer a threat, my lord."
Lincoln rode over, panting, and wiped his face guard so the blood and flesh wouldn't disrupt his vision.
"They've become so fearful they've forgotten how to swing their swords."
"The situation is decided."
Lann leaned on [Muddy Stream], calmly concluding.
