The Martial Unity

The preparations were soon made. Each of the Martial Squires equipped themselves with the bare minimum unlike what they would for normal missions. Since this operation involved direct combat and nothing else, there was no need to make other kinds of preparations or take utilities that they wouldn't need.

The only thing they took was a pair of potions, a rejuvenation, and a healing potion. Though, since the G'ak'arkan Tribe was not inclined to accept their technology that they did not understand or trust, using them was not conducive to the goal of the operation.

"Is everybody ready?" Rui asked once they all gathered back in a dispatch facility in the outer ring of the settlement.

He didn't even need to ask, he could feel their steeled wills and determination through their aura.

"We've just gotten word from the intelligence team that the K'ulnen Tribe seems to be about to dispatch a large chunk of their Martial Squires to another battlefield very soon. As soon as we've received confirmation that the battle has begun and that it's too late to call them back, we'll immediately head out ourselves, got it?" Rui informed them, receiving a series of nods in return.

Just then, an extremely potent yet restrained presence entered their senses.

"Senior Ceeran," Rui bowed his head lightly, expressing the respect that the Martial Senior deserved by virtue of being a Martial Senior.

an artist pursuing their craft into the unknown, looking to improve their craft. Yet today, he was nothing short of a grizzled warrior.

role in the battle, and he knew that his role was

said a word as they all waited. A brief time passed before

of paperwork to commence the operation officially, before eight Martial

sky at top speed,

travel much faster when they were on land, there were far too many obstacles that they would have to permanently destroy in order to surpass their speed through the sky. They had chosen to avoid doing so since their environment was very necessary to their self-sufficiency and sustenance on the island. All of the Martial Tribes were well aware of this. It was why there

the island had left a gigantic crater that seemed to permanently wipe out any and all vegetation and served as a battlefield

before they could see the village of the K'ulenen Tribe in the distance from their elevation. Even though

he managed to distinguish several tiny dots escalating from the village, headed directly toward them. "Just as we predicted, all nine of the remaining Martial Squires in the K'ulnen

Shouldn't we drive the battle as close to

to their village, Senior Ceeran will not be able to intervene in the battle in time, even

be left alone facing a Martial Senior,

tutted as he saw the Martial

accuracy. None of them wanted to have their brains