Prince Absab silently gazed at that sacred barrier.

The reason for his observation was that Marc Sevec could perceive what Prince Absab was sensing as if it were a dream.

"Another spear," exclaimed the prince.

At that moment, he had attacked with power at the eighth rank (midpoint) and intended to launch one final spear with demonic energy at the eighth rank (maximum point).

On the battlefield, a demon had taken the already weakened Deputy Commander Rellington by the arm and helped him retreat.

That demon was following the orders of a higher-ranking demon who had realized, through the prince’s attack, that there was likely something of interest among the troops that had attacked the right flank of the imperial camp; and since, among the humans, only that deputy commander and a few of his soldiers had distinguished themselves, in the end, that superior demon decided to order that the deputy commander be helped to escape, since Prince Absab was serving as a distraction.

...

In his room, on a comfortable, spacious bed, Mart Sevec slept, but his expression was heavy, his face was sweaty, and blood was flowing from his nose.

At that moment, the somber Emy was sitting on the bed next to Mart, reading a book.

She remained by his side because she could faintly sense Mart’s mental state.

However, at that moment she realized that even in his sleep, he was pushing himself beyond his limits.

Without hesitation, she pressed her forehead against his.

[The demon woman of the Sapiens lineage is temporarily sharing her lineage attributes with the host:]

[Intelligence: unlimited]

[Mental resilience: unlimited]

Mart’s face seemed to calm down again.

She caressed her beloved’s cheek.

...

Prince Absab held the spear imbued with demonic energy.

Bang!

He hurled the spear, which streaked across the sky until it reached the Imperial camp.

Mr. Gemini struck the ground with the base of his staff, creating another sacred barrier.

The spear, approaching at an impressive speed, veered slightly just before striking the sacred barrier.

Boom!

The ground was covered in cracks.

A tremor that made the blood run cold for many humans in the Imperial camp and some in the Presial Kingdom’s camp.

The sacred barrier was cracked, but it had still held.

"He tried to find a weak spot in the barrier in such a short time," Mr. Gemini muttered deeply.

To him, what had happened was not something Prince Absab would do, which immediately made him think of the demon that had caused many in the imperial army to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Superior Commander Rasgar Relvin, after observing the unfolding events, ordered his men not to pursue the retreating enemies.

He believed they might have set several traps to cover their troops’ retreat. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

...

Beyond the battlefield, on the border between the Empire and the Presial Kingdom, a human with black sclera and red irises was smiling.

His hair was short and gray, and his body was stocky and covered in dark cracks, as if it were slowly decaying.

"Were you able to determine the power level of the demon supporting the prince?" Ivan Biretel asked in a firm tone.

"Ha ha ha, not exactly, but I feel like I sensed that energy before. Where was it? Hmm, I think it was in that demon they call the Marquis. But the energy that put so many humans to sleep is quite mysterious and dangerous. Ha ha ha, the demons must be having a field day," said the gray-haired human, who was none other than the vessel of Sebkam Asferyiac.

After hearing that response, Ivan and Sebkam left.

Ivan planned to report immediately to the founding leader of Inquisiderian.

...

Once the surviving troops returned to the Presial Kingdom’s military camp, King Sition ordered the deputy commanders not to let their guard down and to keep a constant watch on the movements of the Imperial army.

The king’s second order was for the commanders and lords to gather in the main military tent to assess the impact of the attack on the Imperial camp.

...

Meanwhile, at the Imperial military camp, just an hour had passed since the attack ended, and the commanders and Mr. Gemini were gathered in Rasgar Relvin’s military tent.

The commanders gave their reports, and in the end, it was quite notable that the enemy’s surprise attack had caused a greater number of casualties among the enemy troops than among the allied forces; however, the fact that emerged was that among those humans who had remained asleep, there were a large number of casualties among those with "mid-range power," and a few casualties among those with "high-range power."

Given the number of casualties among the humans who remained asleep, it was hard to say that the enemy’s attack had not been successful.

"Let’s stay alert. The enemy appears to have an excellent strategist capable of making difficult decisions to successfully carry out their plans. We will not attack until we have evacuated everyone who remains asleep from the army; we must send them back to the empire or their kingdoms, especially those with a ’higher power rank,’" was the decision of Superior Commander Rasgar Relvin.

Mr. Geminis remained silent as he analyzed the attack, and it occurred to him that the strategy was likely part of the demon’s plan—the one linked to Prince Absab.

What they didn’t know was that the demons of the "Deep Sleep Guild" had simply seized the opportunity to kill those easy targets, which would bring them great benefits.

...

At the Presial Kingdom’s military camp, the meeting ended at midnight.

The number of casualties among the troops of the treacherous lords was significant.

Lord Danev reported on the results of the attack, while Deputy Commander Rellington was tasked with reporting on the outcome of the attack on the Imperial camp’s right flank.

"It seems, thanks to the Demons, the attack can be considered a success," said King Sition as he looked at the map spread out on the table.

"Lord Miller has defected. What shall we do?" asked Prince Absab.

"Leave it be. We cannot weaken our army by pursuing a coward and a traitor. At least, not right now," the King told his son.

"As you wish, Father," Prince Absab bowed and left the tent.