The blaring bugle echoed through the heavens and earth, startling countless birds in the groves.
The drumbeats quickened, accompanied by orbs of Divine Art descending upon the soldiers.
The formal assault had commenced.
Rows of neatly aligned boots stomped down, kicking up clouds of dust beneath their knees.
The soldiers rested their long spears or spring-loaded rifles on their shoulders, palms supporting them, marching in step with the drumbeat.
Pebbles bounced, and even the frogs in the small pond couldn't help but poke their heads out.
Every step was taken with utmost stability; it seemed slow, but in reality, it was not.
Incorporating the Holy Alliance's drill manual and modifying it according to the Falan temperament resulted in this unique Falan tactical system.
Sunlight glinted off the shiny spear tips, but the reflected light failed to brighten the matte black rifle muzzles.
"Spread half a step to each side!"
