GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 20.1: Inheritance

"More forces coming!" Mira whispered urgently, pointing at a mass of units approaching from the east. "The rest of their army!"

Scores of miniature soldiers flooded across the terrain toward their position—a wave of metal and magic that threatened to overwhelm them through sheer numbers.

Vel's mind raced through the options. They were moments away from capturing the temple's strategic point. His adventurers would gain another power boost—but what new abilities would they unlock? He had no way of knowing.

"Do we finish taking the point or retreat?" Mira asked urgently, watching the enemy close in. "Decide now—they're almost here!"

"If we stay and fight, we're trapped," Vel said quickly, calculating distances. "They'll surround us and block our retreat path."

"But if we retreat now, we lose the temple," Tomas pointed out.

"We retreat. Now!" Vel decided sharply. "The risk is too high."

They hastily ordered their units to fall back, but the enemy forces continued their relentless pursuit.

"They're not stopping," Tomas said anxiously.

Vel remained calm, studying the enemy's aggressive advance. "That's actually perfect. Let's lead them to the choke point we prepared earlier."

"The ravine with the river crossing?" Mira caught on immediately.

"Exactly. Fall back in stages—make them think they're winning," Vel directed. "Tomas, position your mages for the ambush."

Their forces conducted a fighting retreat, drawing the pursuing enemy deeper into the terrain. Step by step, the chase led toward the narrow ravine where Vel's defensive preparations waited.

Enemy soldiers flooded down the narrow path, growing denser as they approached the bottleneck where Vel's forces had regrouped.

"Perfect," Vel muttered, watching the trap take shape. "Wait for it, Tomas."

"Hold the area spell until they're completely trapped," Vel cautioned, placing a restraining hand on Tomas's wrist as his friend reached for his Church mages.

The miniature battlefield became a chaotic dance of light and movement as the enemy forces pressed forward. Vel's knight blocked the front line, its shield gleaming with protective magic as it held back the tide, while his archer and mage delivered precise strikes from safety. Still, the enemy numbers couldn't be ignored—they advanced slowly but steadily despite the disadvantageous terrain.

"Knight, defensive stance!" Vel commanded as he noticed his armored unit taking significant damage.

Tomas immediately responded, a burst of golden light erupting from his side of the war table as one of his Church units cast a healing spell on Vel's knight. The miniature warrior's posture straightened, renewed vigor evident in its stance.

"Nice heal, Tomas," Vel nodded appreciatively.

As the battle progressed, Vel observed something curious about their opponents' strategy—or rather, the lack thereof. The enemy units attacked with brute force but minimal coordination, focusing on whatever targets were closest rather than prioritizing the most dangerous threats.

"They just let the units fight for themselves without any focus," he observed in hushed tones, studying the chaotic pattern. "Look at how their forces act independently without coordination."