The announcement struck the legion like a lightning bolt. For days, whispers of the "Junior Blood Legion" had circulated through the ranks, a secret unit groomed under the shadows of the Six Commanders. But to actually see them—so young, their faces still carrying traces of youth rather than the scars of decades of war—was another matter entirely.
A ripple of murmurs spread like wildfire.
"Those… are the juniors?"
"They look barely older than recruits…"
"Can such children command us?"
The rows of soldiers shifted uneasily, their discipline wavering as doubt gnawed at them. To entrust the Blood Legion, a million-strong army forged in blood and fire, to mere youths—it felt unthinkable.
Yet what unsettled the soldiers even more was not the juniors themselves, but the tone of the Commanders.
