"This method is useful, but it will only shine the more the skill level up, perhaps even more once I learn fully time manipulation," Aion thought. "That way, I will be able to unseal the classes in a matter of minutes in the real world."
While Aion was thinking about that, he suddenly wondered what the classes that he had unsealed looked down. He changed to the Paladin class, wondering if that would cancel the pocket dimension, but it didn't. Moreover, the class changed a lot… aside from a spear and shield, Aion also was wearing a full plate armor.
Aion, adorned in a full set of Paladin armor, stands tall and resolute. The armor was crafted from gleaming steel, polished to a brilliant shine. Its intricate design reflects the noble and sacred nature of the Paladin class. The plate armor covers Aion's body, providing excellent protection without hindering mobility.
The helmet was regal and majestic, featuring a visor that could be raised or lowered. It bears the symbol of a radiant sun, representing the Paladin's devotion to justice and light. Aion's face was shielded, leaving only a glimpse of determined eyes, emanating a sense of unwavering resolve.
On the one hand, Aion grasps a sturdy blue shield decorated with intricate engravings of holy symbols and a swirling pattern of light. The shield was a symbol of Aion's unwavering defense and his commitment to protecting those in need. It glimmers with a faint ethereal glow, reflecting its magical enchantments.
On the other hand, Aion wields a spear of elegance and power. The spear's shaft was adorned with runes that pulsated with divine energy. At its tip, a sharp and gleaming blade is fashioned, capable of piercing through any evil that dares to challenge Aion's righteousness. The spear serves as both a symbol of Aion's command over the battlefield and a powerful weapon against the forces of darkness.
"... I gave up trying to understand your skills, but… just… wow," Henri said, speechless.
Philip remained silent most of the time and kept a distance from Aion, but he also looked astonished. The equipment truly looked legendary, and that was just from a tier one class…
"It is time to move," Aion said when he turned back to the Space King class. "The fight will be hard, and I won't be able to help until all of the enemies are inside the pocket dimension. Don't hesitate and focus on surviving. "
A single nod passes through the ranks, a silent agreement that connects them all. With a synchronized motion, they hoist their weapons high, the glimmering steel catching the light. Swords, axes, spears, and bows point toward the sky, a show of strength and readiness.
In a mighty chorus, they let out a thunderous roar, their voices intertwining and reverberating through the air. It is a battle cry that echoes their unwavering spirit, a call to arms that unites their hearts. The ground trembles beneath their feet as they channel their energy into this united display.
Time seems to stand still for a fleeting moment as they relish in their unity's power. Bound by a common cause, they stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to face any adversity. The air crackles with anticipation, carrying the weight of their shared purpose.
With fierce determination burning in their hearts, they stand firm, poised to charge into battle. Each warrior knows their role and understands the significance of their contribution. They stand tall, fully aware of the challenges that await them.
Aion left the pocket dimension and didn't hesitate to use Teleportation and suddenly appeared at the top of the walls of the city. His allies opened their eyes widely when they saw that… he didn't move; he truly used Teleportation. Thanks to that, they couldn't help but wonder… if Aion was that powerful, why did he look so worried?
Aion didn't waste time and made portals and made the enemies fall on them. Thanks to their size, the giant lizards took some time to send them in. Still, it took a while for the enemies to realize that they were being attacked.
"There are five hundred of those giant lizards, and they aren't supposed to exist at this time," Aion thought while furrowing his eyebrows. "Vangel is bringing them from several periods of time."
What was even more worrying was the fact that he could feel the presence of five thousand of those ominous warriors, and they were almost at the level of his brothers who had trained for decades… if those guys were once civilians, Aion could tell that the real soldiers will become quite the menace.
Aion couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and worry as he witnessed the unsettling changes occurring among his enemies. He couldn't comprehend how every single one of them was undergoing such a profound mutation. He questioned how Vangel, his enemy, was responsible for this alteration, either by using his own blood or by harnessing the power within the fragments once owned by Tenebres.
These thoughts swirled in Aion's mind, leaving him puzzled and seeking answers. He wondered about the extent of Vangel's knowledge and abilities, contemplating if his bloodline held secrets that Aion was unaware of. Could it be that Vangel had unlocked a hidden power within himself, using it to reshape and transform those who followed him?
Another unsettling idea crossed Aion's mind—what if Vangel had tapped into the ancient and potent energy contained within the fragments left behind by Tenebres? These relics were known to possess great power, capable of altering reality itself. Aion considered the possibility that Vangel had harnessed the dark essence of these fragments, molding his followers into something more powerful yet distorted.
While Aion was thinking about that, the enemies noticed him and charged like mad dogs. He ignored them all and just opened portals to make them enter his pocket dimension.
Unfortunately, the giant lizards were a bit more troublesome. They opened their mouths and fired massive waves of fire that melted even the buildings around them.
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