A formation moved through the forest that stretched between Elvardia and Ravenshade.
The sunlight broke through the canopy in scattered patches, glinting off metal polished well enough to shame noble armories.
A hundred fighters marched in steady rhythm.
Every step belonged to elites.
The front line featured short, broad silhouettes who pushed through the terrain without slowing, each one wrapped in armor dense enough to make ordinary soldiers collapse under the weight.
Their shields linked cleanly, forming a squat but unbreakable wall. Nothing about them looked delicate. Every plate and rivet screamed durability.
Their axes and hammers rested on their shoulders with ease, despite them being as big as their bodies themselves. The steel was thick, the edges unforgiving, the balance perfect in their hands.
