"Do not worry, however, as there are facilities to assist during battle," Arandir raised his tone, causing it to sound a bit more enthusiastic. However, his thick, British accent negated all positivity in those words. "No, there aren't. I was joking."
The subtle enthusiasm displayed by the humans dulled as they held back curses, fearing their immediate demise if they voiced their complaints.
Many trembled as they processed the consequences of failing to slay the demon lord. Death threats had become the norm since the apocalypse began, but one still could not adjust to it, as they'd lived their entire lives in a peaceful society.
No matter what one might think, humans were originally the weakest regarding combat. However, their growth potential was in the upper echelons, only surpassed by the superior races closely connected to the deities.