Chapter 294: A business association
All eyes turned to the figure falling from the sky, his momentum accelerating as he plummeted toward the ground.
"BOOOOMMMMM!"
The impact was thunderous, shaking the earth beneath the feet of both armies as dust billowed in all directions, momentarily obscuring everyone’s vision. When the dust finally settled, the sight before them sent waves of awe and silence through both forces.
A young man stood in the newly formed crater, his posture calm yet exuding an overwhelming sense of authority.
He wore a martial robe, his hair mostly dark except for a small patch of white, which seemed to catch the light in an almost otherworldly way. His eyes were utterly black, like an abyss, as if they could swallow all emotions and leave nothing behind. Most striking was the golden mark on his forehead, pulsing with a faint glow—a sign that carried the unmistakable scent of the Plane’s Will.
Immediately, Grand Marshal Anglius and every soldier of the Golden Wave Legion dropped to one knee in unison. Bowing their heads, they shouted in perfect harmony, "All hail King Vlad!"
Their voices echoed across the field, the combined shout like a booming thunderclap that seemed to shake the sky.
Meanwhile, the Turkin Kingdom’s soldiers were frozen in place, unable to hide the shock on their faces at the display of power. Even King Viserin adopted a solemn expression—not because of the figure’s commanding presence, but due to the way he had fallen from the sky unscathed.
Viserin’s sharp eyes had followed Vlad from the moment he appeared, analyzing every movement. He saw how the young man had fallen from a height of more than five hundred meters, crashed into the earth, and stood unharmed.