ASTHIA DARCK'S POV:
The first figures appeared on the horizon, their numbers multiplying as they began to obstruct my view. The heavy sound of thumping footsteps like a crazed stampede filled my mind, shaking the very earth below me.
I remained completely silent with my sword implanted in the ground. The soft breeze began to scrape against my skin, my nerves no longer perceiving the wind as soothing.
A chant arose from the opposing army as they began to show themselves, a neverending flood of metal dominating the scene.
My pupils expanded slightly upon seeing the first individual that I recognized:
Ares Hearth.
The S-rank looked down on me, his eyes void of all emotion as he observed the opposing force that he would soon clash against. Moments passed, and finally, I saw them.
