I did not move immediately.
Instead, I let my perception expand.
It spread outward from me, pushing across the battlefield, moving past our side, through the drifting fragments of space, and deep into the rift itself. Every movement, every shift, every presence began to fall into place within my awareness.
I focused on the enemy first.
The Eternal legion. This was my first encounter with them. I had only fought individual Eternal commanders or phantoms and abominations before.
It stood closer to the black crystalline spikes, gathered in a formation that felt… different from anything I had seen before. They were not chaotic like the abominations or unstable like the phantoms. They were organized.
"Xeron," I said, my eyes still fixed ahead, "which legion is that?"
He followed my gaze.
"That," he replied, "is the Legion of Iron and Flame."
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
