Queen Arlen moved with perfect control, intercepting each attack without waste.
She cleaved through illusions with pure soul might, her movements economical and brutal.
"You dare face a queen of a nation with such a half-hearted strikes?"
BOOM—
She crushed one of the generals into a crater with a soul-empowered slash. The other barely blocked the follow-up and staggered.
Ace stood at the edge of the battlefield, confused.
He tilted his head slightly, watching as Queen Arlen and Lily clashed with their opponents—both fighting brilliantly.
But something didn't sit right.
These are Legend Ranks? he thought.
Then why do they feel… weak?
Before the thought could settle, the final of the six generals charged at him.
Ace didn't flinch.
The general only made it a few steps before thick, thorned roots burst from the ground, coiling around his legs and locking him in place.
Ace blinked once. "...Seriously? That's pretty lame for someone at Legend Rank."
