The world stretched beneath them like a living map, every detail sharp and clear in the harsh morning light.
From his position, several hundred meters above the second wall's parapet, Elio could see the complete distribution of forces spread out before him like pieces on a vast game board.
The soldiers rushed to organize themselves into their formations of ten, combining into units of one hundred. At the front, Lucien stood tall, facing Zahyla and her army of artromus with unwavering determination.
The elite squad maintained their position within the first ring, also suspended in the air at Elio's height thanks to Taron's transformed state. With the metamorphosis potion augmenting his already considerable level 19 strength, maintaining his 8 other level 19 companions aloft barely required any effort from him.
This way, they wouldn't waste their mana on impulses until absolutely necessary.
