Under the dimming light of the sun, as dusk blanketed the horizon in hues of crimson and gold, ten thousand men stood at the heart of the Xaos Kingdom. Each and every one of them stood tall and proud, their eyes sharp and unwavering, their posture as firm and resolute as a spear. These were not ordinary soldiers.
These were elite warriors—the finest that Terra had to offer. Their discipline and focus were so profound that their very breathing was synchronized, forming a subtle rhythm like the slow beat of a war drum echoing across the battlefield.
Though they hailed from different Dukedoms scattered across the continents, each with unique traditions and cultures, they trained under a single unified doctrine. They had never needed to know the name of the warrior beside them. It was irrelevant. Their movements, honed through the same core combat philosophy, meshed seamlessly in battle.
