Chapter 75: The Forging of a General
The soft, blue light of my hidden System interface illuminated the dark, perfectly preserved Overseer's control room.
'The choice is with me, eh? Must be because he swore the Oath of Loyalty.'
I stood perfectly still, looking at the three glowing options hovering in my vision right above Rolf's convulsing body.
The incredibly thick, intoxicating ambient mana in the sealed room was pushing his C Grade core to the absolute breaking point.
I had a choice to make, and it would dictate the entire future of my military force.
'Brute strength is common on this continent. Any low tier Orc or Troll can swing a heavy club. But a true commander aura is incredibly rare. I do not just need another frontline foot soldier to soak up damage. I need a general who can lead the armies I will inevitably build.'
I stared at the glowing golden text hovering in the air.
The Ironclad Lycan path would give me an indestructible, immovable shield.
