The warriors forged by the Obsidian Tree descended in perfect order, their presence alone altering the atmosphere of the battlefield. Each of them was clad in obsidian armor, dark as a starless void, yet polished to a mirror-like sheen.
Streams of purple energy flowed continuously through engraved channels in their armor, pulsing like veins filled with liquid power.
They were not a uniform monolith. Some of the warriors stood as towering giants, nearly five meters tall, their massive frames radiating overwhelming pressure, while others were less than two meters in height, lean and agile, built for speed rather than brute force.
There were men and women among them, their forms distinct and deliberate, each body clearly designed with purpose rather than mass production.
Their eyes were what truly set them apart.
