"Frostveil."
Pavel's answer settled over the command tent.
The enlarged screen followed Assault Core Seventeen as they descended from Ironcrest and moved northwest. Thin formation lines marked the route before them, crossing trenches, artillery positions, and the broken ground surrounding Frostveil Watchtower.
No one around the floating map looked away.
They had watched the five demons since the moment they reached Ironcrest's defensive road.
At first, they had been another assault core escorting four Runemasters.
Then Grey Pike disappeared.
Ironcrest's western path collapsed, but the demons emerged from the destruction. Three C-ranks failed to slow them. The divine shell shattered beneath the one-horned demon's sword, and Sunshear, Ironcrest's strongest weapon, was cut apart after failing to kill him.
From that moment, the threat attached to Assault Core Seventeen had changed.
Especially the threat attached to its leader.
