Sianor stood at the front line, his posture perfectly straight as waves of soldiers rushed toward him without pause.
His hands rested briefly behind his back before he lifted one with precise control.
Golden light gathered instantly.
Above him, multiple [Solar Lance] constructs ford in a clean, structured formation, each one aligned with exact spacing as if asured beforehand.
Sianor didn’t rush. He simply observed the incoming wave for a fraction of a second and then lowered his hand.
The lances fired.
Each one pierced through the charging soldiers, burning straight through their bodies and dropping them mid-motion before they could even react.
The second wave followed imdiately after, pushing forward over the fallen without hesitation.
But as they stepped into range... another set of lances ford.
And another.
Sianor repeated the motion with minimal movent, his expression unchanged, his breathing steady.
The battlefield in front of him turned into a controlled execution zone.
Still...
The number of enemies didn’t decrease.
If anything, it kept increasing.
"Maintain distance," Sianor said calmly, his voice carrying clearly without needing to be raised.
Behind him, the Solmira mbers adjusted instantly, stepping back in unison while maintaining their formation.
Another wave surged forward.
Sianor’s hand lifted again, preparing a larger, denser formation this ti.
But before he released it... A distorted ripple spread across the battlefield.
Several charging soldiers stumbled mid-step, their movents breaking for just a second.
Floren walked in casually from the side, his fan tapping lightly against his palm.
"...You’re handling quite a lot on your own," he said, his tone light, almost amused.
Sianor didn’t look at him. "You took your ti."
Floren smiled faintly, tilting his head. "I was watching. It’s rare to see sothing this clean."
His gaze drifted briefly across the battlefield. "...Very disciplined. I like that."
Another group of enemies rushed in from the flank.
Floren flicked his fan once.
The distortion deepened.
Several soldiers froze mid-air, their bodies locking for just a mont as if they had forgotten how to move.
Others veered off slightly, their balance disrupted.
Sianor didn’t hesitate. "Now."
The Solmira mbers released their attacks at the exact sa mont.
The frozen enemies were pierced instantly, their bodies burning away before they could recover.
At the sa ti... a steady, concentrated pressure cut in from the opposite side.
Clark stepped forward, adjusting his stance slightly as he raised his hand.
His eyes moved quickly, scanning the battlefield like he was calculating sothing.
"...Their movent pattern is slightly off," he muttered under his breath. "...There’s a delay when they shift direction."
Energy gathered in his palm.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Right there."
He released it.
A focused line of energy shot forward, cutting cleanly through a group that had just started to regroup, breaking them apart instantly.
Clark lowered his hand slightly, already observing the next cluster.
"There are quite a lot of them," he added, almost thinking out loud.
"...but their coordination isn’t perfect. If we keep disrupting the flow, we can thin them out efficiently."
Sianor gave a small nod. "Agreed."
Floren glanced between the two of them, a faint smirk forming. "Well... this is turning into a proper team effort."
For a brief mont, the three of them stood aligned at the front.
The battlefield in front of them was slowly stabilizing.
Floren casually glanced toward the center of the battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch sothing in the distance.
Then he looked back at Sianor. "By the way... where is Garion?"
Sianor’s gaze remained forward. "He went ahead."
Clark paused slightly, his attention shifting for a mont. "...By himself?"
Sianor answered without hesitation. "He chose to handle the main target personally, along with his disciples."
There was a short pause.
Floren let out a soft chuckle. "Well... that makes sense."
He tapped his fan lightly against his chin. "This whole war started because of him, didn’t it?"
Clark nodded slowly, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about it.
"...If that’s the case, then this outco was always going to happen," he said.
"Statistically speaking, soone like him wouldn’t leave the core objective to others."
He adjusted his stance again, already preparing another attack.
"Still... I’m curious," Clark added, his tone thoughtful. "Let’s see if he can actually handle it alone."
Sianor gave another short nod. "Yes."
His voice remained calm but firm. "That is precisely why we are here."
He lifted his hand again as another wave approached. "To clear the battlefield..."
The light gathered once more. "And ensure nothing interferes with him."
Floren smirked, his eyes gleaming slightly as he flicked his fan open again. "Now that you say it like that..."
He stepped forward, the distortion spreading once more across the field. "This is starting to feel a lot more interesting."
Another wave of enemies rushed toward them.
Floren tilted his head slightly, his smile widening. "Alright then..."
He flicked his fan lightly. "Let’s get this party started."
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Garion and his disciples pushed forward without slowing, their attacks clearing the last wave of enemies in front of them.
Their ship began to descend smoothly, cutting through the remaining smoke and scattered debris in the air.
It landed in a wide, open field just outside the main structure.
The mont it touched the ground, Garion stepped off first.
He didn’t hesitate or look around. His gaze was already fixed ahead.
Dahlia followed right behind him, rolling her shoulders once as if loosening up before a fight.
"Finally," she muttered lightly. "That took longer than I expected."
Clara jumped down next, landing with a light step before straightening up.
Her eyes scanned the area quickly, a grin already forming.
"Well... this place looks welcoming," she said, her tone playful. "Almost too quiet."
Before they could move any further... they saw soone blocking their way.
Pelion sat calmly on a broken stone, one leg crossed over the other as if he had been waiting for quite so ti.
Garion narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized him. "...You."
He took a step forward, his expression calm but focused. "You’re from Black Chira. Are you here to block us?"
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