The battlefield was chaos, but within that chaos, the girls moved with practiced precision. Ayame, Serika, and Vex took the lead as they led the group into the enemy's backline.
Serika's eyes narrowed as she scanned the shifting tide of soldiers.
Two centuries of warfare had honed her instincts sharper than any blade. She led them toward a gap between two advancing units, where a pocket of vulnerability materialized. There, their strength would carve the deepest wound.
The others followed without hesitation.
Ayame dashed forward, making good use of her Skysplitter class.
Nearly every devastating, mana-fueled swing of her blade cut men down. Soldiers tried to form a line, but she shattered their defenses with her destructive cuts.
Someone cried out above the clash of steel, "Is she one of us?!"
"She does wield a katana and is dressed in our armor, but I don't recognize her class!" another shouted.
"H-hey, wait! Maybe we can talk about it!" a third pleaded.
