I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

As Seraphine's army thundered toward Ithriel's forces, the formation shifted with practiced precision.

Towering giants and hulking ogres surged to the front, their massive bodies forming a living wall of armor and flesh.

Every step they took sent shockwaves through the earth, kicking up debris and warping the already scorched terrain beneath them. The ground seemed to groan under their weight, obsidian fragments splintering with each thunderous footfall.

Behind them came the Beastkin and Dragonkin—lean, powerful predators with muscles rippling beneath scales and fur. Their claws and weapons were bared. Their eyes were locked forward with unrelenting focus, and their nostrils flared with the scent of coming battle.

At the rear, the Elves moved gracefully, their bodies flowing like water through the ranks. Their eyes glowed faintly—pinpricks of blue, green, and amber light—as they prepared their elemental magic and support spells, slender fingers tracing complex patterns that left shimmering trails in the air.

Their ranks became a quiet storm of runes and incantations, the air around them heavy with power, making the hairs on one's neck stand on end.

But there, among the massive shadows of the giants, a lone human darted through the chaos—an ant among titans.

Lucy.

He ran beneath the thunderous steps of the front line, weaving through swinging legs and stomping feet, the heat of the battlefield already clinging to his skin like smoke.

Each step from the giants felt like a small earthquake, threatening to knock him off balance or crush him outright. Vibrations traveled up through his boots and rattled his teeth, making focus a constant struggle.

'Damn, they're huge,' he thought, gritting his teeth as the ground trembled violently beneath him, cracks spreading like spiderwebs across the blackened surface.