After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
Two months passed in the blink of an eye, but to the paladins, those two months hard-earned them a grueling transformation. They had trained relentlessly, pushing their bodies until the very fiber of their being was torn apart and rebuilding them stronger each time, until their physiques rivaled the toughness of sacred-ranked beasts.
It was well known that sacred-ranked beasts boasted bodies far stronger than their knight counterparts. Yet now, a single paladin could match the strength of five scared-ranked knights!
At this moment, 300 men clad in steel breastplates over their sturdy leather vests knelt on one knee at the edge of a cliff. Their armor was simple yet robust: shoulder pauldrons, white bicep wrappings, steel vambraces and leather fingerless gloves.
But unlike the scenario from the last battle, these men wore crimson masks.