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"No, Emmanuel. It’s Commander Dravak himself who honors us with his presence."

When Orvari called the captain of the eighth regiment by his first name, it meant the situation was very serious indeed.

And indeed, when Emmanuel heard the information, his hands trembled.

"A...commander?"

He knew just how disproportionately powerful Kavasta, the human commander, was, for he had already faced him several times in training.

Kavasta, with one arm and no movement, could defeat him, the captain of the eighth regiment.

In Emmanuel’s mind, Kavasta was a godlike figure, so much stronger than he was.

Even if he spent decades more in Eternity, he couldn’t imagine a world where he could defeat Kavasta.

So, if Commander Dravak wanted to act...no one would be able to hold him back.

Dravus, standing off in the distance, unable to move further because of his wounds, looked at Vatar.

He could feel his lineage reacting to Vatar’s, as if it were telling him to submit to him.

He didn’t know his lineage’s own rank, but by feel, it had to be at least one rank lower than Vatar’s.

Maxime looked up at this Dravak.

At that moment, he had two thoughts.

The first thought was that he literally felt like he was standing in front of a God. Your journey continues with novelbuddy

Compared to him, he was just a vulgar fraudster with a few rather pretty and impressive tricks up his sleeve.

Her second thought was exactly that:

"I wonder if one day I’ll be able to subdue him thanks to the [absolute contract]."

He didn’t know why he was thinking this, but somehow it set him a new goal.

At the same time, sensing Vatar’s threat and not knowing his intentions, Lieutenant Irigar of the second regiment ordered his 2,000 men to withdraw from the battle.

The two other lieutenants present alongside Maxime also ordered the 1,000 soldiers of the second regiment to stop attacking and concentrate on the defensive.

The Dravaks did not pursue the humans, as they knew they were in a very bad position at this stage.

But with the arrival of their commander, their morale improved immediately.

Vatar, with sinister majesty, landed on top of a small hill, his oppressive aura forcing even the bravest humans to back away instinctively.

He stared at the two human captains with amused eyes.

...

The command center was very quiet. No one knew how to react to Commander Dravak’s action.

At the center of it all, Kavasta stared wide-eyed at the screens.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

"It doesn’t make any sense!" he growled, his hands clenched on the metal table in front of him.

"He knows very well that commanders have no right to intervene on the battlefield!"

"Commander Kavasta, what do we do?!" asked an officer, his face pale with anguish.

"If Vatar acts, the second and eighth regiments will be completely annihilated!"

Kavasta’s thoughts swirled. He knew Vatar’s reputation. He wasn’t just a commander.

He had a great reputation on yellow-level battlefields, and was a symbol of Dravak superiority.

His presence on the battlefield wasn’t just a physical threat: it was a psychological blow.

But Kavasta was not one to give in to fear. His eyes shone with a new determination.

If something had to be done, he would do it himself.

At the same time, on reflection, he felt that the situation wasn’t so bad, and that perhaps Vatar’s action was in fact an extreme measure because he felt he was going to lose.

"Keep command of the fortress." he ordered one of his subordinates.

"I’ll take charge of this matter."

"Commander! You’re not going to... ! "

But before anyone could stop him, Kavasta dashed out of the fortress.

His stunned soldiers saw him leap from the ramparts at lightning speed. His silhouette disappeared almost instantly from the horizon.

Back on the battlefield, Vatar stood in the middle of the carnage, motionless, like a king contemplating his kingdom.

His presence alone was enough to impose a heavy silence. The human soldiers, who only moments earlier had been fighting fiercely, remained frozen.

Only rain and lightning could now be heard.

Even the Dravaks stood completely still, as if observing the scene, galvanized by the presence of their leader.

"What’s a commander doing here?"

Orvari’s voice carried across the battlefield.

Vatar turned his gaze to Orvari.

Then, without saying a word, he pointed his hand at Orvari.

"Is a small human insect worthy of asking questions of a being superior to him?"

As Vatar finished speaking, a ball of energy grew very rapidly in front of Vatar’s hand, until it reached a diameter of 5 meters.

Maxime, who was still standing on the ground, felt immense pressure coming from this ball.

"What’s that? If it hits us, we’re all dead without a doubt."

While Maxime watched this ball of energy, Vatar, with his index finger and thumb, formed a circle.

Then, as if balancing a piece of paper, he did the same with the terrifying ball of energy.

It teleported almost directly onto Orvari, such was its speed!

Orvari, who was the target, looked at the ball of energy coming towards him.

"I’m dead!"

"This madman has truly dared to transgress the rules set by the gods!

But a figure stepped in front of him at the last moment.

He stretched out both arms, his two daggers still held in his hands, as if welcoming this ball of energy.

"Manu!"

Orvari was stunned.

Indeed, the captain of the eighth regiment was standing before him!

"Take care of my children for me, Riri."

Orvari thought back to all the years he had spent with Emmanuel at that moment.

The history between Orvari and Emmanuel actually dated back to university.

The two of them had joined a top university in the Western Federation, home to many geniuses.

At first, they both thought they’d always be at the top, just like in high school.

But student battles soon broke out to establish rankings, and before long they had to face the truth.

They were only slightly above average among all these students, and barely in the top 200 of the more than 1,000 freshmen at this university.

Being in the top 200 meant they were both entitled to an apartment with a single roommate on campus.

After the top 200, they were all 4-person shared rooms with shared kitchens, bathrooms and toilets.

So they had both narrowly secured preferential treatment by getting an all-inclusive apartment.

As luck would have it, they became roommates and shared the same room. In fact, the apartment had only one bedroom.

So, for 5 years at university, they had studied and slept in the same room as roommates.

Of course, over the years, they had been challenged by other students who wanted to be ranked with them.

But because they trained so often together, not only did they not drop in the rankings, but they even moved up a few places each year.

In the academy, they also had their own reputation, given the strange duo they formed.

One looked like an emotionless brute, the other like a fragile intellectual.

As a result, the two joined the army together, and rose through the ranks together.

It had already been 20 years since they joined the army, and the years spent together had deepened their relationship.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel had married and had two children. Orvari hadn’t been so lucky, and was still single at the age of 40, despite the fact that he’d been a couple on numerous occasions.

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Orvari was godfather to both children, which is how much Emmanuel trusted Orvari.

And they spent so much time together that Orvari regarded Emmanuel’s children almost as his own.

So when he saw Emmanuel stand in front of him, facing this monstrous ball of energy, fear flashed across his face.

This phrase seemed to echo in his mind:

"Take care of my children for me, Riri."

Only Emmanuel dared call her that, and he was also her only true friend in this life.

It all happened in slow motion, taking less than a tenth of a second.

Then the ball landed on Emmanuel and exploded.

The explosion shook the entire battlefield.

The shockwave ripped through the air, projecting waves of pure energy that swept away everything in their path.

The ground cracked under the intensity of the explosion, kicking up a storm of dust and rubble. For a moment, everything seemed to disappear in an incandescent fog.

Orvari, wide-eyed, was thrown backwards.

His body collided violently with the ground, but he paid no heed and rose quickly to his feet.

"Manu...fuck...Manu, tell me you’re still alive."

The crash of the explosion faded slowly, giving way to a deathly silence. The soldiers, both human and Dravak, stood transfixed, stunned by the scene that had just unfolded before their eyes.

Maxime, who was watching the scene, felt very small in the face of such a display of power.

"What the hell is this? If he can do that over and over again, he could easily destroy a city..."

No matter how crazy Maxime was, he knew very well that he could never face such an existence in his current state.

At the same time, where the captain of the eighth regiment had stood a moment earlier, all that remained was a gaping crater, from which a few wisps of black smoke were still billowing.

"No..." murmured Orvari, his fists clenching.

His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to sit up. He couldn’t accept this reality. Emmanuel couldn’t be dead. Not like this. Not before his eyes.