The soldiers nearest to Aren staggered back, shields rising as if against an unseen pressure. For a heartbeat, even his own kind didn't recognize him. Then, as the glow dimmed and his new frame settled, they dropped to their knees in reverence. Lumberling's lips curved, Aren had crossed the threshold. Another weapon sharpened under his banner.
A Hobgoblin Warmarch. A Quasi-Knight Level.
Gasps spread through the ranks. His subordinates knelt instinctively, sensing the weight of their comrade's newfound power.
Lumberling's eyes narrowed in quiet satisfaction. Another one had ascended. Aren was now the second of his captains to step into the Quasi-Knight realm.
Beside him, Thalia spoke, her tone laced with intrigue.
"It seems you're not the only unique one, Lord Lumberling. Even those who follow you… they grow frighteningly strong."
Lumberling turned his head toward her, his gaze steady. "They are strong because they earned it. They don't just rely on me."
