He was the apex.
The ultimate predator.
The recruits stared at him with wide eyes, their fear momentarily forgotten in the face of his overwhelming presence. This was the man they had sworn to follow. This was the force they wanted to become.
Sol's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Get up."
The three hundred young warriors rose as one, their movements fueled by a burning, death-defying determination.
Spears were gripped. Shields raised. Jaws clenched. Their eyes blazed with the resolve to die if they had to… to charge into the jaws of death itself for the man who had given them hope.
Sol raised the Dreadwing Blade high, the sapphire edge gleaming like a divine artifact.
His voice boomed across the barren flats, passionate and commanding, echoing like thunder.
"CHARGE—!"
The recruits steeled themselves, adrenaline flooding their veins like liquid fire.
Their hearts pounded wildly.
Their muscles tensed to the limits.
