All across the battlefield, the clash of steel and roar of beasts suddenly dulled as something heavier filled the air. A wave of pressure rolled out, making soldiers stagger where they stood.
From near the Legate's position, a sharp cry cut through the storm of war.
Diago, who was locked in combat with Kaizen, turned his head at once. His blade lowered slightly, with his eyes brightening. "Silas… you finally broke through." For the first time in the chaos, his lips curved into a genuine smile.
Across the lines, Lucian's soldiers felt it too. The aura was familiar, sharp and unshakable. Their weary voices rose in cheer.
"Lord Silas has advanced!"
"We can still win this!"
The surge of morale spread like fire on dry grass, soldiers rallying, their spirits reignited in the middle of blood and dust.
