prepare for your doom you bast***s

Four days later, deep within a forest near the borders of Iskar City...

Amidst the dense jungle, a young man in his twenties observed a colossal army of over ten thousand soldiers, clad in heavy armor, marching towards Iskar City.

"Looks like they've chosen a direct assault," the young man remarked, his gaze fixed on a small blue magic stone hovering before him.

"It's a formidable army. The Parada family's chances of victory seem bleak at the moment," a voice emanated from the tiny stone.

"Yes, even with Montaser, it will be a daunting task to overcome this army and its leaders alone," chimed in another voice from the same blue stone.

"And those formations will prove to be quite troublesome. What are your thoughts, Distributor?" inquired a third voice.