Even so, Saruman Lane had never realized something so clearly.
That was, the seemingly insurmountable walls of the Kalina defense line also had their limits.
If the Empire didn't reinforce in time, they wouldn't be able to hold this place much longer.
At that moment, he didn't know how to describe the thought of abandonment in his heart.
Panic?
Not quite, as he didn't even have time to be flustered then.
Fear?
Also not quite, since as an experienced soldier, his mental state was usually stable.
If anything, it was a feeling of helplessness.
He truly hadn't expected the pressure from the Demon King Army, which had been talked about by the Empire's folk for so many years, to be so overwhelming.
Once, twice, three times...
In the overwhelming assault of the Demon King Army, Saruman felt his movements becoming stiff, and his weapon-wielding hand as exhausted as if it belonged to someone else.
