[Bonus chapter] The Hole Problem
"How many?" she asked, and I returned to the ongoing battle at the world, "half of them."
Half was indeed a scary number, a force that was enough to go in at least five worlds.
But I didn't even flinch when I thought about it. If the Hescos placed such importance over winning this, then I should welcome their sincerity with mine.
This battle wouldn't be lost no matter what. It was a difference of heaven and hell between showing the victorious battle to my forces and people, and showing them a battle that we were this close from winning.
Hescos badly wanted to win, and I didn't pale in comparison. I needed this win, desperately needed it. With it, many things would change.
So if they were bold enough to send tons of their forces there to crush mine, then why would I keep my hands? I knew this might limit my forces' performance at other worlds, ending even to lose a couple worlds.