High Marshal Dronvet was a man of great discipline. He was well respected by all.
Before becoming a god, he had started as an ordinary foot soldier in the United Army of the world of Surnix Hold.
He had risen through the ranks and grown in power faster than anyone else in the army.
The people revered his tactical mind, his ability to control the battlefield at a pace others struggled to match. But his power was no less respected. His mere presence had the potential to tip the scale of battle.
That was why, when he rose to become the god of Surnix Hold, there were no objections. No one else deserved it more.
His tactical brilliance had already shone from the start of the Virelenna. He had lured the offensive unit of their closest enemy beacon away, and had personally launched an attack on it himself.
Coming here, High Marshal Dronvet had hoped for many things. But the frown on his face showed just how disappointed he currently was.
