A Monster and a True Monster (8)

Another two weeks passed, and, as expected, the tide of battle continued to turn in the allied army's favor.

Apparently, the Holy Pontiff's immortal arts required preparation; from then on, she used one every two days, but I neutralized every one of them.

Fissures that suddenly appeared would just as suddenly be filled with earth, while unnatural fires breaking out in sturdy stone forts would be extinguished by rain that abruptly began to fall.

The immortal arts she used were gradually becoming larger in scale and increasingly unrestrained, but to me, they were all within the margin of error.

Many in both armies had noticed the eerie anomalies unfolding behind the fighting and were unnerved by them, but so far, they had had almost no effect on the course of the battle.

If the battle continued like this, before long the allied army would either clear a path to the enemy's main camp, or the human army would pull back its front line—or decide to withdraw and regroup.

I thought that chaos would be our chance to strike down the Holy Pontiff, and I was preparing for her immortal arts again tonight, but...

The presence I had been tracking left the human army's main camp and began moving away to the south.

Apparently, the Holy Pontiff had abandoned the troops at the front and was trying to save herself.

To her, the human army was no more than her limbs, and not something worth putting before the safety of her own head...