Thud, thud, thud, thud!

At the front, Zwalter's sword glowed blue. With Ghislain’s mana cultivation technique, he now radiated a more powerful and imposing aura than ever.

His hair flowed like a lion’s mane, his silver armor gleamed, and his eyes shone with resolute vigor, completing the image of a noble, fearless warrior. He and those following him looked like wolves tearing through the northern lands.

“Charge!”

Waaaaah!

Zwalter’s command triggered an echoing war cry, one so mighty it seemed to shake the earth beneath them.

We can do this! We have to do this!

Zwalter clenched his teeth, his …