Some say, the enemy is a single rider.
Some say, the enemy is a Magician.
Some say, is a part of the enemy army.
Some say, is elvish Magic Knights.
Some say, is a elvish division…etc
But, the general, a veteran who survived a hundred battles felt it is a single foe.
An enemy with the speed of the wind,
A foe with the strength like fire,
A obstacle unshakable like the stones of earth,
.....
Hawkins looked down on the boy, whispered "I am really jealous."
"Huh?"
"A single warrior stopped an entire army....in the words of history long gone, he is a [Hero]; I wish I was not merely a general, but a hero."
"Although an enemy...not even a noble...but I believe he should receive the highest honor and respect."