When the zone of Bai Hu completely broke down, he could finally see the battlefield once again and what he saw was not that much different from what he had anticipated.

The humans had won.

"We had no chances from the beginning.’

Realizing this was really self-deprecating but at the same time, it filled Bai Hu with a sense of awe and respect toward someone other than his father for the first time.

Looking up, he could see the Young King floating in the air, his majestic presence causing all to fall silent in this place.

They had no other choice than to do so. They could all feel it, after all, the beast men even more than the humans.

They could not win.

“My dear citizens. My valorous Warrior. This night may have only been the opening of the war to come. But this night will forever be etched in history and your name with it, be it dead or alive. All the rewards promised will be sent to the bereaved family and I will even add an additional 5 gold for each family. Money will never be able to pay for the pain and suffering they are going through. But it will help them go through hard times.”

The soldiers clenched their fists, looking at the bodies of some of their dead comrades. Some of which were not even entirely intact.

Why did they fight so much?

Was it for nationalism? A desire to protect their homeland?

Sure. Such feelings did exist. Even more so in soldiers who were of noble origin. But for the most part, for the soldiers who were commoners, children of farmers, the reason they fought was simple.

Money.

As crude as it was. Being a soldier was lucrative and it became even more so after the news policies the Prince created.

Be it with their lives or death, being a soldier would put their family in a situation where they could live decently well.

Now though, there was a different feeling brewing in their chests. Something hot and hard to explain.

The fight had been ruthless, many of them were unable to even last a few seconds against the were-beasts who had gone berserk.

But everything changed in an instant.

The very moment the mages managed to connect the magical circle, rather than an army as they had hoped for reinforcement.

Only one person came though.

One man.

The soldiers had been surprised, the Mages were lost and everyone lost hope. After all, the portal consumed too much energy to be used continuously.

What could one person actually do?

Well — They had forgotten what kind of the world they actually lived in.

Pure anihilation.

The moment the King stepped into the fight, everything fell apart.

Like a kid stepping on an ant-hill of plans simply for desire and joy, he shows when dreaming others down.

Looking at all those resources and luxury items, everyone thought—.

‘Hah… I am so damn happy he is on our side.’

This was how they witnessed his power and became even more of one thing

“The King is mighty!”

Someone shouted and soon everyone followed. They now understood what the hot feeling that was spreading through their chests was.

It was worship and respect. As well as fear and admiration.

A myriad of mixed feelings towards one being that stood above them all.

Outwardly, Sol did not change even while listening to the cheer. He simply waved his hand at them.

But inwardly he was jumping with glee.

Soon his name would fly around slowly but surely. It was necessary to build a good image while they were at the start of the fight.

Their desperations and fears would become the seed of an even bigger worship for him.

“Do not weep, my soldiers. Those who left us will go to the world of the afterlife. They are heroes. Heroes who fought to protect their homeland from the hand of the Tyrants king. The Madman who started this whole thing fiasco.

“But worry not. For this man will one day fall under my blade. Until then, I beg you to fight alongside me!”

“Ohhhh!”

Everyone cheered, Sol smiled and floated away.

This place would become an important strategic point.

It was time to start working on what he would do with his prisoners.

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The next day, the news of the defeat of the Tiger squad and the fall of the Fortress filled all the different fronts.

This had been the first true battle between Lustburg and Wratharis and while it was only a small-scale fight, the results were more than surprising.

After all, the Tiger may have fallen but they were still a major clan of Wratharis.

For them to be defeated in only a few nights since they started was something no one could have ever expected.

When they learned that the King of Lustburg had acted, many were dissatisfied as this was a breach in war rule.

But it was only a few minutes later that they realized two things.

One. Sol was not yet officially the King. Only the Crown Prince.

Two. Sol was not a king-ranked warrior. Only a Duke.

No rules had been broken.

Realizing that continuing this train of thought would be useless, the different generals started spreading and acting on different fronts.

In just one week after the start of the war, Wratharis managed to land many Small victories, increasing the morale of the Beast men.

This caused them to slowly advance deeper in Lustburg in many points while Lustburg retreated.

They were sure of it now.

Lustburg was nothing more than a beast without many fangs remaining.

Victory would be theirs.

At least this was what they thought until one person took a step on the battlefield.

Her name was Aurora Castitas

[AN:] As I write this chapter I can’t help but wonder if I should have first shown more of the despair of the troops through the fight then showed some badass entrance of Sol before finally showing how he completely dominates. Many of my ideas come suddenly and I feel like it would be far more badass. Because of my release speed, I feel like I am rushing the war and skipping important little details. I will be more careful next.)