Seeing Morzan here shocked Ethan to the core. Until now, he had only suspected what this vision truly was, fragments stitched together from intuition and half-remembered clues. But the moment Morzan appeared on the battlefield, the truth settled heavily in his chest. This was it. The great war of the Divine Realm, not a metaphor, not a legend, but history unfolding in blood and ruin before his eyes.
Morzan did not arrive alone. A group followed close behind him, fighters who were clearly far stronger than the average resistance soldier yet still a step below the terrifying lone powerhouses Ethan had seen earlier. There were several hundred of them, a respectable force, though still laughably small compared to the endless dark purple-black army stretching across the battlefield.
