In the blink of an eye, the army arrived above the mountain peak, hovering in the sky like a flock of eagles.
A wave of destructive energy, suffocating and primal, spread outward like an unseen tide, shaking even the souls of those who felt it.
Down below, ordinary soldiers found it hard to breathe. The grips of their weapons turned slick with cold sweat.
Commander Roz felt a tremor deep within his chest.
Flight…!
That was an ability only those of Expert Rank and above could possess.
Yet before his eyes—stood an army of several thousand warriors, every one of them capable of flight.
What kind of power could possibly forge such a terrifying legion?
The question alone defied reason.
But more dreadful still were the warriors clad in black armor, each like a messenger from the abyss.
Dark energy coiled around their forms, devouring the surrounding light.
Even sensing their presence brought a chill that sank straight into the bones.
