Everyone recoiled in stunned silence as a golden circular object shot forth from the majestic starship. Before their very eyes, it transformed into twenty Grand Class Mercenaries.
They stood in two perfectly aligned rows, drawing their gleaming swords and raising them in a synchronized salute to the sky.
"...?!"
Falkor was utterly bewildered. Even Empress Matilda, was visibly stunned by the sheer power emanating from these mercenaries.
"Did you sell them such powerful mercenaries?" King Austin whispered to his wife, Queen Victoria, his voice barely audible above the murmurs of the crowd.
"No... Something isn't right," she whispered back, her gaze fixed on the formidable figures. "These mercenaries are far stronger than ours."
"Whoa! What a grand entrance," Sasha, standing beside her father, muttered, a delighted smile playing on her lips.
"Isn't he going too far?" her father asked, a hint of unease in his tone.
