“Something is wrong with space.”
We had yet to wash away the exhaustion of the previous battle.
The ambush in the northwest itself had been handled with only minor casualties. Once their position was exposed, even concealed enemies were no formidable foes. Moreover, were our allies not carefully selected elites?
There was no reason for us to suffer many casualties. Perhaps to maximize the effect of their ambush, the enemy’s numbers had even been woefully insufficient compared to ours.
Nevertheless, our accumulated fatigue did not disappear.
We had been attacked during our very first night of camping. The supplies we brought had been devastated, and with the especially severe loss of tents, there was nowhere to rest comfortably. More importantly, our location had been exposed to the enemy.
In the end, we had no choice but to resume our march after only a brief rest.
It was then that I heard this report.
“The scenery is so similar that it is difficult to notice, but the direction in which we are advancing and our actual coordinates are becoming subtly misaligned. The flow of Mana…