The figure lands—
With an impact like judgment, he strikes the ground between the fleeing civilians and the charging monsters. Pavement shatters. The shockwave flattens tents, cracks walls, and sends even ogres staggering back.
He rises from the crater, and the light dims just enough to reveal him.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in plated armor of silver and royal blue, etched with glowing runes. A crimson cape snaps behind him, singed at the edges but whole.
His gaze is fixed.
Cold.
Burning.
Marshal of Irovia a Tier 6 champion of the Crown.
The soldiers behind him gasp, some with relief, some with awe.
He speaks with quiet fury, his voice low but resonant, carried by the magic rippling from his very presence.
"Monster... I will kill you. I will avenge the innocent who died today."
The silence that follows is broken only by Veyrith's slow, sharp laugh.
