Chapter 12: Fame
After leaving the panel, Baines arrived at the next building, where he stood in a long line before finally receiving his uniform, sword, and armor.
Then came the quarters—modest and bare: a bed, a table, and a toilet, this was the supposed higher treatment he was given; however, he didn’t mind at all. Alongside that, he was given access to the martial techniques of the empire’s military and knowledge.
The army residing on the last front was divided into three legions, consisting of hundreds of thousands of soldiers each:
The Sunblade Legion, composed of elite infantry and swordsmen, the Radiant Legion focused on long-range attacks, and the Pyre Vanguard, a fearsome force of magic-infused shock troops and heavy cavalry.
And, as an enlister in the Pyre Vanguard, Baines was entitled to a warhorse and a battle lance.
In his quarters, he laid his weapons and uniform on the bed before sitting at the table, eyeing the stack of martial books.
"Eye, scan these techniques."
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While the scan processed, he undressed, folding away his worn clothes—clothes that had either become too tight or had fallen apart from years of wear, then he glanced at his reflection in the mirror emotionlessly.
His body had grown leaner, harder—sharpened by solitude and battle.
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