The Last Primal

Before Aiden could ask about the next steps he should take, his guide, Enya was already prepared to jump in to provide further instructions.

'[To see the more detailed, in-depth analysis of the composition, the quality of strength and powers as well as the rough estimation of the system's final remark about the threat composed to you, its host, you would need to give it a bit more time. Meanwhile, you should focus on your own forces and check the options available to you.]'

'R-right…' Aiden nodded, following the instructions. Though he was still quite confused at all that was happening, he couldn't waste this opportunity. Though he was ready to go and face the enemy by himself just so he could protect these poor ill-fated people, the system's intervention forcefully changed the plans.

Aiden was already keenly aware that the true force behind the System was someone, or something vastly more powerful than those so-called Gods of this world, this 'Eora'. He or She definitely had the ability to alter with even the very fabric of reality, change the fate of the world itself if he or she wanted to.

From the vast, seemingly unlimited potential of this… magical construct that was now deeply merged with Aiden's soul… the boy had no doubt that whatever tool it offered, it wouldn't be wise to ignore it. Even if it was according to the plans of this entity, Aiden was willing to owe him or her one, if it could save these men and women.

Taking a sigh, he fixed his troubled gaze back to the stern, serious outlook he had previously and shifted his attention to the large green unorganized mass on the screen.

As soon as his gaze scanned the group, the same tooltip he saw before have appeared.

[Group: Unnamed #1]

Efficiency: 40%

Power: 234  (585)

Toughness: 214

Quality: Tier 1, Tier 1+

Composition: Unnamed Rank 1 (Power Level: 5) : 6; Unnamed Rank 4 (Power Level: 4) : 36; Unnamed Rank 3 (Power Level: 3) : 55; Unnamed Rank 4 (Power Level 2): 117

Threat Level: Nominal]

'Ehrm… What should I make of this? What is this Unnamed Rank 1, Rank 2, and so on? What are those?' Aiden asked, looking more and more lost instead of growing more accustomed as the system presented him with the information.

Still, Enya was calm, she patiently explained the basics of information to his master.

'[As the title says, it is the composition of your forces. This large group is currently an unorganized mess. Your current efficiency is at an astonishing 40%, which is mostly the result of the heartfelt speech you gave earlier. Yet, that would be far from enough to prepare for the incoming clash.

As it stands now, your forces do not stand a chance in a direct, frontal clash, which is clearly represented with the active power of this bunch of misfits. The number you can see in brackets next to it, would the peak state at least if we go by the composition.]'

'So you are saying that this 234 strong defending army, has the strength that is below of even one of the incoming, much smaller forces?!' Aiden was shocked at this revelation. If that is the case, how is he supposed to lead them to victory? What would be the best approach, the most optimal strategy?

Before he could lament further, Enya continued.

'[As for the Unnamed parts… You have to name them to have them saved in the system. Also, these terms will also be active for the enemy, in case they have similar, matching qualities. So I would suggest to name them with a term that would be easy to use later on as you will not be able to change it later.]'

'I see.' Aiden nodded, still in a bit of a shock at the hopelessness of the situation, still deep in thought about what would be the best course of action to take.

Still, he quickly took the time, and after a brief moment of thinking, he updated his screen, giving each group of people a fitting term. Lastly, he was looking at what name he should give to his forces when his gaze unconsciously shifted towards the fidgeting little girl in the back.

A small smile, creased the edges of his lips, finalizing his interface a moment later.

[Group: Tolliah's Hope]

Efficiency: 45%

Power: 263  (585)

Toughness: 214

Quality: Tier 1, Tier 1+

Composition: Officer (Power Level: 5) : 6; Elite (Power Level: 4) : 36; Soldier (Power Level: 3) : 55; Militia (Power Level 2): 117

Threat Level: Nominal]

His forces, now named as 'Tolliah's Hope' by the System, looked much more digestible almost instantly. On top of it, even the Efficiency have seemed to rise slightly for some reason, and with it, brought up the Power Level ever so slightly. It was still quite lacking compared to the ruthless enemy in the not-too-far distance, but as it looked, it instantly looked better.

Even without asking, Aiden understood the basics now. There was no point in lamenting on the situation, but to work on devising a plan as to best utilize the different, unique strengths of his people.

Even still, Enya's words echoed in his mind just a second later, confirming his theory.

'[Just as you think, efficiency is a constantly changing, evolving attribute. It can rise or even fall depending on the circumstances and the situation. It is also a modifier to the Power Level of your forces. Still, remember it is, as with everything you see here, is just an estimation from the system, and not set in stone.]'

Taking a moment of a breather, she continued on.

'[As a piece of final advice from me and the system: Do not hesitate to separate your forces into smaller, more maneuverable teams and devise a strategy based on that. Also, utilize your natural terrain, the chokepoints, the features of the terrain. You can use everything to achieve victory.]'

Aiden nodded at her words, shifting his attention to the group of people in front of him. Looking at the composition, he pondered for only a bit before he shifted his gaze over to the still burning, heated-looking Madam Dara and another armored captain, the same person that came to warn them just before.

He waved at them, urging them to come closer whilst he kept on focusing on the system's screen and make some changes in the screen. He also kept a close eye on the red mass of terror that was steadily approaching, as he devised the first steps of his battle strategy.

Just as the two Generals of his army walked over, Enya spoke again, giving a shock for the umpteenth time with her words today.

'[Also, I almost forgot. There are hidden quests and objectives with this system. The better you perform, the more rewards the system will grant you. As for the details, I cannot say, unfortunately, but I am at least authorized to inform you.]'

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