For a moment, Ethan simply watched in silence as the images of golden dragons flowed along with the swords.
It was as if the enormous dragon at the head of the army, whose form was so subtle it was almost impossible to perceive, formed a protective shield.
A shield that bound the Aura of every guard into a single entity. The same entity that now empowered the strike of each sword.
In a real battle, vanguard against vanguard, only the front line of each army could fight, while the ranks behind waited their turn.
But... what if, through a kind of human array, the power of the soldiers waiting in the back lines could be channeled to the front?
It was a rare type of technique, one that only the most powerful empires had mastered, and the only way armies could survive encounters with specialists.
This was Op...
Op as hell!
"My lord!"
Doran, completely absorbed in the work of art he and his now best friend were forging together, finally noticed Ethan's presence.
