It was the 2nd week since Lord Sora had set his sights on the entirety of Larm. The king of manticores wasn’t a particularly strong king, but he was still important enough for Lord Sora to have personally given him command over the invasion force.
Unfortunately, the West was stronger than anticipated and progression was near impossible. Rumours he’d heard about the West possessing the weakest collection of monsters started to feel like made up fantasies by delusional idiots.
The West was organised, relentless and cunning. For some reason, Lord Sora had permitted him from sending in all his manticores for a full assault till he was given permission. Even though it was earning them no results, the king chose to obey. The manticore king would never disobey Lord Sora, but it was obvious that ever since returning from the Mystic Peaks, something just hadn’t been right about him.