On the far side of the battlefield, where steel clashed like thunder and the strongest warriors fought shoulder to shoulder, Lumberling carved a path forward. His spear pierced and swept with sharp precision, every strike cutting down an enemy and keeping the line from breaking. His aura spread like a shield, steadying the men around him.
Then, he froze.
A new presence washed over the battlefield. It wasn't just strong, it was suffocating, like a mountain pressing down on his chest.
Through the chaos, a lone rider advanced. Soldiers parted unconsciously, giving way as if instinct itself demanded it. The man sat tall upon his horse, his aura blazing like fire.
The Sengolio troops roared in unison, their voices shaking the air.
"Commander Kaizen! All hail Commander Kaizen!"
