Chapter 676: Core nature (I)
General Tiberius’ eyes narrowed as he spotted the massive Voroe warriors wielding fortress-like shields at the head of the enemy column. He knew exactly what their purpose was—walking walls meant to absorb the brunt of the initial magical barrage.
Their towering bodies and thick plates would render ranged attacks nearly useless, and with the distance between armies shrinking fast, there was little room left to maneuver around them.
Though Tiberius possessed the raw power to shatter that shield formation himself, his attention was elsewhere. High above the battlefield, the Voroe Legends had taken to the skies. Three once again, but one was unfamiliar.
In the last clash, one of the enemy Legends had suffered grievous injuries and was forced to retreat. Now, in their place hovered a monstrous, wingless draconid exuding such a frigid aura that the very air froze in its wake. The sky itself dimmed as frost laced the clouds in its path, and even at this distance, Tiberius could feel the numbing bite of its presence.
Dozens of thoughts raced through his mind as he assessed the battlefield, calculating options and consequences. His eyes flicked over the Voroe formation, then up to the heavens. He weighed the risks, evaluated the moment, and came to a decision. His voice rang out, sharp and commanding.
"—Formation A-3!"
At once, the Sages across the Graecia ranks stiffened. Their expressions turned solemn, understanding the gravity of the command.
Formation A-3 was devastatingly powerful, a sequence designed to carve through the enemy in a sweeping arc of destruction. But it was also extremely dangerous and required precise synchronization. Still, none questioned the command. They nodded in silent trust to their commander.
With orders given and every soldier moving into place, General Tiberius and the other two Graecia Legends took to the sky, surging forward across the jagged edges of the Korokor Mountains—alone.