Following the rushing soldiers, Gumiho and Hana passed through several army tents and reached a large open ground filled with thousands of soldiers.
In front of them, on a raised platform, three figures stood—Aruma at the center, with Vyaghra and his father on either side.
Aruma took a step forward, reaching the edge.
"Ahm… ahm."
The beasts, who moments ago looked like an audience gathered for a concert, straightened their postures and organized themselves into disciplined lines. Every eye was fixed ahead, every hand placed parallel to their sides.
All of this happened from just a single low sound made by Aruma. It wasn't a request or a command—he simply cleared his throat, and this was the result. The amount of influence this man held was far greater than any monarch or dictator I'd ever read about in history books.
