Trap, trap, trap, all traps…
Flying above, a certain three-eyed ghost felt like smashing his head against a wall. There were enemies crawling everywhere like cockroaches!
His entire being felt painful from overexerting this new Astral Projection ability of his, and yet he couldn't stop. After all, his god counted on him to guide the flock.
'C'mon, Zharrak, you got this!'
'Just a little bit more!'
'For HIM!'
But just as his eyes were fervently scanning the state of Lizardgeddon, he suddenly gasped in shock. There! Amidst an impenetrable battlefield, there was a flaw.
The Fourth Legion, there was something wrong with it!
They looked like they had lots of troops but didn't.
In fact, most of them were busy scouting!
"Everyone, we march!"
A battlefield's ever-changing. The tiniest gap in information can lead to significant changes, like an entire 12th Legion disappearing out of nowhere! Then again, it's not like we're the most numerous, either.