Reality tore open with a violent shriek of displaced air as the systemic spatial relocation protocol engaged across the mortal plane.
Ten thousand Ashguard soldiers materialized on the cracked obsidian flats of the Ascension Arena without losing a single fraction of their synchronized alignment. Their heavy kite shields locked together seamlessly into an impenetrable wall of dark matte steel while their runic spears remained perfectly angled toward the horizon. They absorbed the dizzying shock of the sudden dimensional transfer with the unyielding stability of cut stone. Not a single man stumbled or lost his footing on the dark volcanic ground.
Directly across the wide expanse of the desolate plain, the Valorian army collapsed into a chaotic pile of stumbling bodies and clanking metal.
