Chapitre 442: Half-crippled

Just as Vlad and his group rose into the air on the backs of demonic souls, King Viserin signaled his forces on the battlefield below. The human armies, bloodied but unbowed, had succeeded in a daring assault against the Leviathan swarm. Now, it was time to withdraw before exhaustion led to their downfall.

"Fall back in formation! Initiate Protocol B!" King Viserin commanded, his voice resonating across the chaotic field. The soldiers, despite their fatigue, responded with disciplined precision. They began a well-coordinated retreat, each unit covering the others as they pulled away from the vast Leviathan horde.

As they moved, the soldiers took small rocks from their space rings and left them on the ground at measured intervals. This was all part of Protocol B. At first glance, they looked like ordinary stones—nothing to raise suspicion, so the Leviathan did not even notice them on such a chaotic battlefield.