Gabriel watched the dust cloud roll outward, his eyes narrowing slightly as the armored figure straightened up from the crater he had created. The aura coming off Henry was thick and heavy, not the kind that came from him directly, but the kind that came from layers of full body gold ranked armor stacked on top of an otherwise average body until it resembled power itself.
Even so, Gabriel did not dismiss it, because in this world equipment could close gaps, and gold rank equipment could close gaps fast, especially when worn by someone who at least had enough experience not to swing like a fool.
Around him, the eastern camp soldiers who had been on the verge of breaking suddenly found a second wind. Some of them even yelled his name, as if his appearance alone would reverse everything that had been lost. Others simply stared with wide eyes, focused on the gold veins running across the silver plates, on the spear that gleamed faintly even beneath the smoke filled sky.
