Jason descended from the sky and crashed into the center of the open plain several kilometers from the damaged town. The impact shattered the earth beneath him as a perfect ring of dust erupted outward, racing across the battlefield before gradually settling. Standing before him was the full might of the Tartaros, an army assembled with enough strength to conquer entire kingdoms.
More than a hundred elite dark mages stood in disciplined ranks, each formation positioned with military precision. The weakest battle mages occupied the front, clutching enchanted staves while suppressing their nervous anticipation. Behind them stood veteran spell-knights clad in reinforced black plate, and at the rear waited the true elites, their ornate voidsteel armor glowing with runes. Towering siege constructs thrummed with compressed mana while black banners bearing the Eclipse's insignia fluttered beneath the blood-red sky.
