Nayomi looked at him.
"No." She spoke. "Anything is possible in a war, they should account for an unstoppable force as well."
Akamir chuckled softly. "You are right."
He took out his mask and wore it.
Akamir turned around and let his body fall down on the side of the Aure army.
The wind howled past his ears as Akamir dropped from the walls, his black cloak flaring around him.
The Aure soldiers below barely had time to register the shadow before it landed.
BOOM!
The ground cracked under his feet, dust and earth blasting outward in a shockwave that threw men off their horses.
Panic rippled through the Aure front lines as Akamir straightened, mask hiding his face, his crimson eyes glowing faintly behind it.
He raised his hand, and a blade of pure mana and chi formed in his grip—white-blue light condensed into a sword.
The first wave of Aure soldiers charged, spears leveled.
Akamir stepped forward.
One swing.
