The battlefield was tense.
The air was filled with the scent of blood and steel.
The Berserk Knights stood at the ready, their red and black armor gleaming under the light.
Their opponents, though numerous, were nothing more than fodder in their eyes.
The enemy knights staggered, eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"Who the hell are they?" one knight muttered, gripping his sword tighter.
"They landed from the height of the walls… and yet their legs aren't even broken! They don't even look exhausted!"
"Impossible…"
"By the gods… How…?"
"And their magic aura… It's so dense… they are similar to the commanders."
"That immense… crushing pressure."
Whispers spread through their ranks like wildfire. Some thought these warriors were demons, others speculated they were some kind of elite imperial force. None of them had seen anything like it before.