From the frontlines…

Jack McEnda III

A young-looking man with short, salt-and-pepper hair that is neatly combed. He had a rugged appearance, characterized by a strong jawline and a few days' worth of stubble on his face.

He had piercing dark-blue eyes, stood at above-average height and had a well-built physique, suggesting he led an active lifestyle.

The man carried an air of confidence as he surveyed the battlefield before him, looking at the demon soldiers chasing the backs of the retreating elves.

"Brigade Commanders, give the orders to fall back."

In less than a minute after he spoke into his communicator, the demon army stopped their chase and began returning behind their defensive lines, their expressions full of cheer.

When they had fallen back suitably and he had made sure there were no other forces in the dark, he descended to the ground, landing right in front of the Brigadier Generals who all saluted him.