A single, casual step was taken by the man of fiery hair, bringing the confused defenders of the city to raise their weapons. In the very moment the soldiers took arms, it happened–
Not a single pair of eyes witnessed the foreigner raise his hands to attack or even defend himself, but he undeniably had done something.
"What–?"
To the eyes of those further away, what they witnessed made little sense; the entire vanguard slumped over as if they had all fallen asleep involuntarily. Through the unconscious gathering of soldiers, Zihao continued his unbothered march.
Each step he took brought him closer to the next line of soldiers, his heavy footsteps cracking the soil he walked on, causing it to rumble as though a great beast approached. The anxious warriors bundled together, preparing to lunge their spears forth in unison.
