Even before they reached the central administrative structure, the pressure in the air definitely reminded Jax and Lyla where they were.
Explosions echoed in the distance, controlled, but violent. Shockwaves rolled across the reinforced grounds as squads clashed in live combat drills.
Steel met steel. Magic tore through the air. Roars, commands, and the rhythmic cadence of disciplined movement blended into a single, overwhelming symphony of war.
Lyla's eyes moved constantly, taking everything in.
"…This is on an entirely different level," she muttered.
Jax smirked slightly as he walked beside her.
"Yeah. Orianna doesn't do things halfway."
They passed a group of soldiers mid-training, two horned demons clashing with massive greatswords while a third launched precise bursts of magic from the rear. The coordination was tight and efficient.
