Ethan drew a deep breath, steadying his thoughts, dragging them back from the chaos of moments ago.
The Elderwood Colossus had landed like a boulder dropped into the heart of the battlefield. Whatever grudges or rivalries had existed between the factions were instantly swallowed by the sheer, overwhelming presence of this new threat.
He didn't hesitate.
"Emerald Castle—full turn. Target: Elderwood Colossus."
The order shot through the ranks like an arrow.
Most of the soldiers didn't even know what they were facing. But they didn't need to.
Ethan's command was direction.
It was the line they held.
It was the way forward.
In an instant, the army shifted like a tide of iron, formation snapping into place as they surged toward the towering figure carved from ancient wood.
Elira moved first.
Her long hair arced behind her in a bright, fluid ribbon as power surged through her body like a rising tide.
