A strange sensation spread around Ryn whenever he fought, a quiet field that seemed to guide his actions and disrupt his enemies. The goblins' movements slowed whenever they approached him, their attacks losing precision, while his own strikes landed with terrifying accuracy.
No one could clearly understand what he was doing.
It wasn't a known skill.
It wasn't flashy.
Yet it was overwhelmingly effective.
A skill worthy of a captain.
Even the experienced explorers who had fought beside him many times still felt reassured watching him fight.
"Captain's using it again," one whispered with a faint smile.
"Yeah… that strange pressure of his."
They didn't understand it either. But they trusted it.
Nearby, Kael observed silently.
His sharp eyes followed Ryn's movements, studying every detail.
