How Strong I Truly Am

Archer watched as shouts turned to desperate screams as the Oathkeepers crashed into the enemy formation, weapons cleaving through armor and flesh. One knight swung a massive warhammer, obliterating a line of defenders in a single devastating strike.

Another raised a jagged greatsword high, cutting through enemies with terrifying strength, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake. Blood sprayed into the air, glistening like crimson rain under the pale light.

The screams of the dying mingled with the sickening sound of steel meeting bone. The Oathkeepers moved methodically. This wasn't a battle, it was a bloody massacre. Archer folded his arms, his grin widening as he took it all in.

''Excellent, they are definitely worth the resources to create,'' he murmured, his voice low but tinged with dark amusement. The fear in the enemy soldiers' eyes as they scattered like rats only fueled his satisfaction.