War Part Eleven

Rurik, who had just finished polishing his war hammer, narrowed his eyes at the two massive spectral beings now dominating the battlefield.

"Sacred Eidoliths… and not just any, but ones of that size. Hah. Looks like we weren't just fighting nobodies after all."

Sacred Eidoliths—manifestations of one's mastery over a particular martial art or magical style that allowed the wielder to surpass their current limits momentarily and give 101% of what they were capable of.

They were more than just mere summons; they were extensions of the wielder's very soul, proof of absolute mastery in their respective paths.

The larger the Eidolith, the greater the warrior's skill and control.

Though wielding such power often left users immensely exhausted afterward, and not many could even manifest one for more than a couple of minutes, those who could either possessed monstrous reserves of mana or had made a contract with a Rook-rank spirit.