Kyle observed the battlefield from atop a ridge, his eyes sharp and calculating. Across the fields, the outsiders—once clueless and chaotic—had begun to stabilize.
Their ragged formations now shimmered with coordinated power. Threads of mana wrapped around their bodies like hastily stitched armor.
Some floated slightly above ground. Others cracked the earth with raw strength as they moved.
But Kyle knew the truth.
"That's not their power."
He murmured.
Bruce stood beside him, his arms crossed.
"It's divine."
Kyle nodded.
"The God of War is sharing his mana with them."
Bruce let out a slow breath.
"He's getting desperate."
"And reckless. Sharing divine essence with mortals on such a large scale… it's dangerous even for a god. The backlash will be immense."
Kyle added.
Bruce's gaze didn't waver.
"Then it's time?"
