Damien waited.
Only when the Valthorn soldiers finally regrouped with him did he begin to move.
His back remained straight—unyielding, like a divine pillar cast from ancient stone—and his steps carried the quiet authority of someone who had already judged this battlefield and found it wanting.
Behind him, the Valthorn soldiers followed in silence.
Their expressions were a mix of disbelief and reverence.
They had just walked past the wreckage of the terrifying tower.
What was once a monument of power and pride… was now reduced to nothing but scattered rubble.
When they'd first marched out of Valthorn City, many of their hearts had been gripped with unease. A few had even toyed with the thought of fleeing the battlefield altogether.
But now?
Now they stood at the threshold of Dreamy Sky City, one of the Blue Hammer Kingdom's most fortified strongholds.
And all they had done was watch.
They had barely lifted a finger.
