There was once a war fought on a distant, unknown planet; there was a small squadron of aliens, fighting against multiple groups of elves, and another race whose name was forgotten to history.
One of the elvish armies, afraid of my power, fled the scene immediately.
The other army lay in between the alien armies and the elfish armies; however, the alien armies could do nothing but sit there, as their troops were all stuck behind their weak front lines.
However, the foolish army in the middle cut through the alien front lines and released their armies. The aliens quickly closed in and destroyed them.
However, the elfish army in this time had taken the camps and munitions of the other elfish army, while still preying on the army in the center. As a result, the elfish army had grown more powerful than the aliens.
In addition, luck was on the side of the elves. Multiple battles against armies twice their size were won, and they drove back the alien lines to one fortified base. However, the aliens did not give up, and expanded to take a few camps.
Even in their honorable defense, the aliens were still clearly being overcome by the elves. With no choices left, they rushed their front lines forward in a mad attempt at victory.
They lost all of these battles and were reduced to nothing but a few staff left inhabiting camps of ghosts.
But the elfish army did not attack them, even though they outnumbered them infinitely in troops and supplies.
They waited longer. No attack came.
They waited longer. No attack came.
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The aliens had won.