After mourning this unnamed soldier in silence for a few minutes, Morlet placed the identification tag back where it had been, then turned to the officer and ordered, "Sort out these identification tags, clean them up, and send them to the military headquarters."
"Yes, General," the officer replied respectfully.
Morlet did not linger any longer. He continued patrolling the fortress with his guards.
Time slowly passed. The sun set, and the moon rose.
Late at night, three hundred Silver Warriors stood in neat ranks inside the City Lord's Mansion, clad in silver armor with longswords at their waists.
At the front of the formation, Second Army Commander Ashborn stared straight ahead, silently calculating the time as he awaited the legion commander's arrival.
Before long, footsteps sounded. A blond young man emerged from the shadows and stood atop the stairs.
"Legion Commander."
The three hundred Silver Warriors struck their chests in salute and spoke in unison.
"Impressive."
Kyle swept his gaze across the warriors below. After pausing long enough to memorize every face, he slowly said, "Tonight, I need you to do something."
Upon hearing this, all three hundred men straightened their backs, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit and pride.
The legion commander had not chosen the First Army or the Third Army. He had chosen them. It was an affirmation and acknowledgment of their worth.
Beneath the moonlight, Kyle slowly raised his right hand. A dark purple radiance burst forth from his palm, enveloping the three hundred Silver Warriors and merging into their bodies.
A gray outer layer wrapped around their souls, concealing their human aura and replacing it with a cold, sinister presence.
Several purple magical runes emerged upon their weapons and armor, altering the soldiers' appearances.
A few minutes later, Kyle withdrew his power and clasped his