Issac Monroe did not so much as flinch.
Three hundred men charged, the ground shaking beneath the synchronized thunder of their boots. The atmosphere twisted into a maelstrom of murderous intent, three hundred lungs inhaling as one—
But Issac simply lowered his weight, filling his lungs with a deep, controlled breath.
His chest expanded. His muscles tightened. His spine straightened with a coiled readiness that seemed almost animalistic.
Then—
He exhaled.
“HOOOORRRAHHHH!!!”
The sound tore from him like the roar of a primeval beast awakened after centuries of slumber.
It wasn’t just noise.
It wasn’t just a shout.
It was force—
A devastating, vibrating, soul-shaking power that exploded outward from his lungs like a shockwave.
The roar flooded the entire courtyard.
It rolled like
