Aragon, on the field - 3

The field echoed with the rumble of colliding bodies and the cries of defeated soldiers. Aragon's onslaught continued, his movements were fluid yet deliberate as if he were dancing with death itself. The fear that had gripped them earlier now transformed into a chilling realization—they were facing a force beyond their comprehension, an opponent capable of obliterating them without mercy.

As the last echoes of battle faded, the once defiant soldiers lay scattered and defeated across the field. Aragon stood amidst the aftermath, his aura still ablaze with raw power. The silence that followed carried an air of both awe and terror, for the soldiers had witnessed firsthand the might of the man who had single-handedly vanquished their ranks.

A few minutes before,