As Louis's words fell, the air in the parade ground seemed to tighten instantly.
All gazes, without exception, shifted from the towering review stand to the forefront of the formation.
Major General Grey stood upright in the half-track command vehicle, his back straight as a gun, like a crossbow that had been drawn.
In the next moment, Fighting Energy burst from his chest.
"Clang!"
The sound of the command sword unsheathing tore through the air, a sharp arc of cold light pointing directly at the sky.
"All troops, form up! Prepare for inspection!!"
The shout was like thunder, carrying the murderous aura refined on the real battlefield, striking the crowd fiercely.
The spectator area, which was initially restless, was forcibly subdued by this voice, even their breaths slowed by half a beat.
On the VIP seats, Nico's eyes lit up slightly, "What a voice... what killing intent."
