This was the largest battle Emery had ever witnessed.
Six Supremes were already on the field, each possessing enough power to flatten a mountain range. Their auras spread across the battlefield like invisible storms, distorting the air around them and sending long, trembling swells across the sea.
Below, even the strongest Magus seemed insignificant, their individual strength barely enough to make as Cannon fodder.
Yet as Emery observed the battlefield, he realized that the Pardera Magus soldiers made up for their lack of strength with remarkable discipline.
Thousands of Magus soldiers lined the ramparts, each holding an assigned position along the sprawling defensive line. None rushed recklessly toward the advancing Scourge. Instead, they remained behind protective barriers, sheltered by layers of formation runes that shimmered whenever enemy attacks struck the walls.
