"Welcome, Supreme General!"
"Glad to have you here!"
"Please, you're our only hope now. Please end this war. Kill the Summoners!"
Their voices rang out from every direction, desperate and pleading.
Igaris walked silently between towering formations of the Federation's Mech Troops. Rows upon rows of combat mechas, their metal bodies gleaming under the morning sun, stood like statues of judgment. Their visors pulsed blue, waiting for commands.
Each step he took echoed against the reinforced ground. The soldiers didn't move, only watched in reverent silence as the man who had seized the Federation's reins passed among them like a storm walking on legs.
He wasn't here to be praised.
He wasn't here to bask in their faith.
He was here to act.
The war in Ashvale had dragged on far too long, staining the earth with blood and despair. Cities fell. Villages vanished. Magic tore the skies open while Divine Creatures walked like gods among mortals.
