Derik stood above the elf army like a supreme being gazing at his ungrateful creations. His eye scanned the entire battlefield and he nodded in acknowledgment. In this army, they had about a dozen demigods while the rest were at the champion realm and below.
This race alone has more frightening force than what the entire continent has and that is something to be scared of. If just the elves are this strong, then he couldn't bring himself to wonder how frightening the combined forces of the other races would be.
His eyes scanned the entire fleet and his eyebrows squinted together as he noticed something behind. His eyes were pinned on a small wooden boat amidst the fleet formation. On it was a throne and an elf sitting there.
The elf wore white linen clothes with a golden pendant hung around his neck. Unlike the other elves who had golden hair, this youth had emerald green hair with crystal green eyes. A gentle smile hung across his face as he gazed at Derik above.
