The Elite warriors, men who had spent decades honing their craft, watched the outsider kid carve through the horde like a hot knife through butter. The sheer, terrifying ease with which he killed shocked them to their core, but more importantly, it injected a massive, adrenaline-fueled boost into their flagging morale.
"The Divine One holds the line!" a scarred captain roared, driving his spear into a crippled beast. "Push them back! Do not let him fight alone!"
Spurred on by Sol's devastating display, the Veynar warriors rallied. They tightened their formations, their spears moving in synchronized, lethal thrusts. Soon, the immediate area around the cracked palisade was entirely cleared of enemies, leaving nothing but a mountain of bleeding carcasses.
But Sol didn't stop there.
