As Auren's boots struck the ground, he surged forward, tearing through the ranks of the Highrise Kingdom like a cyclone wrapped in steel. Two short swords gleamed in his hands—cold, merciless, and swift. He moved with the violence of wind but wielded purpose with every step.
Their arrival on the battlefield drew attention—first because of the ink-black serpent that had dropped them, second because of Auren and Asenya's ferocity. Auren's sudden motion shattered the eerie silence that had settled like dust across the war-torn field.
The Heart Kingdom forces, who were being overwhelmed by the devastation Highrise was unleashing, sparked with renewed vigor. A figure clad in dark armor—a silhouette far too familiar to be a stranger—cut through the enemy line, and their spirits soared.
"Reinforcements! Our Dark God has sent his Divine Cadres!"
