The smoke had barely cleared when the second wave came.
From the parted ocean path, the Tharz Kingdom army advanced again; this time in armor gleaming with enchantments, formation bands glowing along their limbs, and movement in perfect unison.
They had regrouped fast.
"Enemy elite formations incoming!" a Falmuth scout shouted from the ridge.
Two distinct squads emerged; clad in silver and deep blue, each marked by a different beast emblem: Tiger and a Hawk.
These weren't ordinary foot soldiers. They moved with precision, their auras indicates they were all above gold rank.
A horn blew from the backline of the Tharz ranks.
In response, the squads split—the Tiger squad charging headfirst, shields raised in a moving wall of spiritual steel and the Hawk squad leaping onto cliff walls, agile and fast, clearly aiming to flank.
"Formation breakers," Ace muttered.
