Asher stood calmly upon the outer walls of Rivelle Barony, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where chaos surged. From his vantage point, he watched as the Baron orchestrated the battle with precise control, commanding soldiers and others alike to unleash nearly every elemental affinity in their arsenal to reduce the advancing Monster Tide.
The spectacle was unlike anything Asher had ever witnessed. The metallic scent of blood hung thick and heavy in the air, so potent he could almost taste the iron tang on his tongue with every breath he drew. Yet the stench of blood and smoke did not discomfort him. He simply stood still, impassive, his purple eyes calm, reflecting the flickering flames and lightning that danced across the battlefield ahead.
