Everyone's legs trembled uncontrollably. Their survival instincts urged them to flee, but their resolve kept them standing there. Not a single person crouched in fear or ran away.
"Good. You have earned my recognition."
The pressure lasted ten minutes before Morax nodded in satisfaction.
Lasting ten minutes was enough to prove that they had truly joined the war prepared to die.
The instant Morax withdrew his pressure, everyone began gasping, greedily gulping down air.
Every one of them had just been pushed to the very limits of their mental endurance.
Cold sweat had soaked everyone's clothes.
Even now, their entire bodies were still shaking uncontrollably.
"Do you have a name?"
Morax gave them quite some time to catch their breath. Only when they had more or less recovered did he ask.
"We are the Thousand Rock Corps! A thousand rocks stand firm, the mountain ramparts never yield!"
"A thousand rocks stand firm, the mountain ramparts never yield!!"
"A thousand rocks stand firm, the mountain ramparts never yield!!!"
Morax nodded with great satisfaction. Clearly, he was very fond of the name "Thousand Rock."
But although they were willing to join the war, sending them out as they were would probably accomplish nothing.
After all, they were so lightly clad that even a minor attack could cost them their lives.
"Though you bear the name Thousand Rock, your clothing is thin, leaving your bodies vulnerable."
"Today, I shall grant you the Dryad Armor, making you worthy of your name, and lead you in subduing monsters and vanquishing evil!"
As he spoke, Morax fashioned suits of armor modeled after his own clothing.
All of this armor was imbued with Morax's divine power and could effectively withstand many attacks.
Every member of the Thousand Rock Corps stared wide-eyed. They had never imagined that Rex