"How is the situation, Mirko?"
General Becker asked his friend, Colonel Tiwana. The situation was dire—the horde was just three days from the city, and Frant's army had failed to thin their numbers enough to prevent the disaster.
Becker and his forces were demoralized. Despite deploying massive resources that reduced the thaids' numbers, for every monster they killed, another joined the horde. The situation was terrifying.
Tiwana looked down helplessly at his cup of tea.
"We're doing everything possible with our resources, but the thaids are nearly at the city's gates."
He looked at his men, some resting on benches, while others stood guard outside the tent. Though exhausted in the late afternoon light, they all maintained a determined bearing. The general nodded grimly, grasping the gravity of the situation.
"What about the band of giants? Where are they?"
