Under a blood-red sky, the battlefield churned with chaos and screams. Panic surged through the masses as the outsiders—those otherworldly invaders summoned by the god of war—began evolving.
One by one, they awakened to mana.
At first, it was crude and uncontrolled, sparks of divine power crackling around them, yet it was undeniable—they were gaining strength.
Civilians fled in terror, watching once-ordinary figures now wield fire, wind, and raw force to lay waste to their surroundings.
But just as quickly as the panic bloomed, resistance formed. The trained soldiers of the realm, having long harnessed their mana through grueling years of discipline and war, rose up in formation.
Their battle-hardened ranks shone like a silver wall across the land. Unlike the outsiders, who fought wildly and without cohesion, the soldiers moved with precision.
Their aura flared and pulsed in time with their breath, each motion guided by years of training and real combat experience.
