In A Very Secret Place
"What is this? Where in the hell humans have brought such numbers of Grandmasters?" asked the foxwomen with a deep shock on its face.
It is not the only one who is shocked, but everyone sitting, including the old Werewolf.
They had thought the humans had withdrawn a large number of humans and also used their reserve to launch this powerful attack, but it seemed like they were very wrong. The number of human Grandmasters on the battlefield had not reduced heavily as they had expected; instead, the opposite had happened.
There seemed to be around a 10% increase in their number, and it shocked them to the deepest level, as nobody here expected.
Even now, it seemed preposterous to see the humans having such numbers.
One could not produce the Grandmasters like popcorns from the corn. If it had been so easy, they would have defeated the humans in the first century of their invasion and had not been fighting against them for more than ten thousand years.
