Rama watched all of that happen and gave a quiet nod for himself. Just like he thought, he didn't need to exert too much of his strength. These Crimson Vale Hunters were the real deal. They were trained, coordinated, and also equipped with enchanted gear designed for high-level threats.
They weren't reckless amateurs but soldiers built for this kind of battlefield.
When he turned his eyes toward Larsen, he noticed something else. The Guildmaster hadn't even drawn his sword. His hand rested on the hilt, calm but ready. Not tense or worried, just prepared. He trusted his people but he was far from relaxed.
The rest of the chamber was still alive with chaos. The sounds of howling beasts, Mana discharges, the crash of metal on scales, and the burning hiss of enchanted weapons.
Rama, Shoji, and Axel simply watched at the edge of the storm, waiting.
Larsen's voice broke through the din.
"So?" the Guildmaster asked without turning his head. "What do you think of my Hunters?"
