On the other hand....
Adam's aura shifted.
The pressure that radiated from him was not the explosive surge of [Draconic Roar], nor the focused intensity of [Monarch's Pierce]. It was the weight of a presence that had crawled from the darkest depths of a dungeon and clawed its way to the surface.
[Abyssal Majesty].
The air around Adam grew heavy. Shadows that had been fleeing from Caelum's golden light stopped, pooled, deepened. Soldiers who had been pressing forward with renewed confidence faltered. Their steps slowed. Their weapons trembled in their grips. Some dropped to their knees, their faces pale, their eyes wide with a terror they couldn't name.
Caelum's golden eyes narrowed. His grip on the Lance of Pride tightened.
"That won't work on my men." His voice was cold, dismissive. "Their loyalty is absolute. Your fear tactics are useless."
Adam's lips curved into a thin, sharp smile.
"No harm in trying."
Caelum's expression hardened. He lunged.
