Rampaging spirits tore through enemy lines, flying spirits dove from the skies with razor-sharp talons, and agile spirits darted between legs, ripping throats with spectral fangs.
What had been a desperate defense moments ago had become a savage counterattack that left the Coalition ranks reeling.
This was precisely one of the reasons the Coalition had gathered such a massive army to crush the measly number of Veynar.
In this world, humans possessed something no other race could claim... the power of spirit manifestation.
It was a unique and terrifying ability that allowed even the weakest human to contend with far more physically powerful races.
When a human warrior gets their spirit, they could call forth a powerful ethereal beast that fought alongside them, multiplying their combat strength several times over.
This gift had allowed humanity to carve out territories and survive in a world filled with monstrous tribes and ancient predators.
