When a beam of light came close to this soldier, it was deflected, heading toward Erik's troops. Fortunately, it was momentarily bombarded away by the beams.
Almost on command, the dead body of the reflective soldier was shared among Silas's soldiers, who began developing the same characteristics. Edward, still in the sky, noticed this and frowned.
"A queen?" he thought in confusion as he scanned the battlefield from above, searching for the new leader.
Erik, observing the rapidly evolving enemy, knew they had to act swiftly. "King Edward, we need to focus our attacks!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle. "We can't let them adapt any further!"
Edward nodded and signaled his troops. They reformed, focusing their firepower on the newly emerged reflective soldiers. The sky lit up with concentrated beams, each strike precise and relentless.
