A man, eyes as cold as the frigid winter glared into the distant mountaintops. In his hand was the eagle hybrid, better known as the realm protector.
*POP*
The head in his hands popped like a balloon, the realm protectors were a joke. This mission seemed more like punishment, he would have rather been sent to the frontlines, a death sentence even for one as strong as him, rather than being sent to conquer this new realm.
The elves behind him cheered, seeing his unshakable strength. A pillar of strength, a commander willing to brave the front lines just as they were ordered to.
His gaze swept the ocean of soldiers, their eyes opened with hope. The great majority of them have seen no combat.
…
[Congratulations on defeating one of the realm protectors]
[You have gained 1/5 ownership of this realm.]
The notification appeared and just as quickly disappeared. I had seen this notification thousands of times.
