The presence of an Archlord on the battlefield was a welcome sight for every commander. If the tide turned, if disaster struck, it was the archlords who would hold the line.
"The battle for supremacy has been won!"
Orion's voice, amplified by his power, boomed across the front, cutting through the din of war, overriding the drums and the horns.
"The Cult of Four's demigods and archlords have been purged from the field! All units, accelerate your advance! We link up with our allies in Staghelm City and push south! Claim this land in the name of the Alliance!"
He repeated the message, a declaration of victory that washed over the front-line warriors like a tidal wave of adrenaline. The response was a visceral, unified roar of triumph. The entire battle line surged forward, a visible wave of renewed violence and determination.
