Five Grand Commanders descended like judgement given form.
They moved in perfect coordination—forty-plus years of experience each, decades of fighting alongside one another, a unified tactical mind made manifest through five bodies.
They didn't charge recklessly or issue individual challenges. They simply formed a defensive line across the approach to the third wall and waited.
Liam watched them deploy with the cold assessment of someone who understood exactly how dangerous coordinated expertise could be. These weren't warriors who would make mistakes or fall for obvious tactics. They were the Radiant Empire's absolute best, and they knew it.
"Center formation," Liam said to Lilith, his voice low. "The one with the spear and shield—that's their anchor. He's coordinating their positioning."
