The General's Might
The burly man stopped in front of James.
He looked at the prince for a moment before cupping his hands respectfully.
"I am General of Ashford City. Greetings, Your Highness…"
His voice was deep and steady.
The moment the words fell, his aura suddenly expanded.
Mana surged through the surrounding space.
The pressure rolled outward like a wave.
In an instant, the aura of the King Realm was revealed.
The atmosphere changed.
It was not merely a sudden increase in pressure. It was the unmistakable presence of someone who had spent countless years walking through life-and-death battles. The Mana surrounding the general was dense and heavy, pressing down upon the street like an invisible mountain.
Dust scattered across the stone pavement.
The nearby banners snapped violently in the wind.
