Chapter 75: Strengthening The Commanders
Kaelor stood in the outer section of the town, where the rising sun spilled golden rays across the earth, casting long shadows behind the ranks of warriors before him. A hundred Guardsmen stood with unwavering discipline, their majestic yet formidable forms proudly arrayed in an elite row of five.
Their wooden shields gleamed in the light, held with practiced ease, while their Mountain Sabers, curved, brutal weapons designed to cleave through flesh and steel alike, rested ready at their sides.
Their posture spoke of tireless drilling and sharp discipline, shoulders square, chins raised, the air around them practically humming with readiness. Dust rose faintly from beneath their wide pawed feet, and in the silence between heartbeats, Kaelor could hear the creak of armor and the faint clink of scabbards.
Just five meters from them stood thirty Bloodstone Archers, a contrast in form yet equal in presence. These men were lean and wiry, forged by speed and precision rather than brute force. They carried longbows crafted from strong wood, weapons that required strength to draw and skill to master.
Before these elite units stood two men, Hound and Soren, each holding a leather-bound booklet. The Saber and Bow booklets, written by veterans who had survived dozens of battles, each page a distillation of killing wisdom. With the impending expedition into Ivory Hill, Kaelor knew they needed more than strength, they needed mastery.
’System, fuse everything there with them.’
[70 FP deducted!]
[1400 FP remaining]
Instantly, the transformation began.
As though the very air thickened with power, blue flames erupted from the booklets. The letters on the ancient pages glowed, then lifted from the paper like spirits freed, coiling through the air before diving into the men’s foreheads, specifically, the glabella.