"It's time!!"
With a fierce bang on the war drum, Fire Yang roared loudly from behind the main forces.
It's time? Time for what?
The warriors, engaged in a bloody battle at the forefront, were suddenly a little dazed.
"Uh..."
Fire Yang, who had always been relaying messages like a repeater, also noticed something amiss. He quickly coughed awkwardly and loud enough to cover his blunder, "Prepare to welcome victory!"
"Roar roar roar!"
The Sumir Warriors, already fighting with the ferocity of ones injected with adrenaline, became even more valiant, pushing against the Heretique formation as planned. Under the cover of elemental magic, they shattered the enemy's ranks, leaving them in disarray.
Meanwhile, the conspicuous Fire Yang stealthily turned his head and gave a thumbs-up to the true hero of the battle.
"Awesome!"
"Keep it going, steady on."
Seeing Fire Yang's exaggerated 'lip speech', Motan smirked lightly and mockingly swung his fist at him.
