The shouts of mysterious ancient incantations and fearsome cries mix in the air.
It is the echo of the [Superius] guard, overwhelming their enemies outside the capital city of Valencia.

Wielders of staves stand side-to-side with those of the sword as they face down their foes.

While wielders of kyve and shamshir wreak havoc in the backlines.

And in the vanguard, the commander -- without even a pause as he tactically outmaneuvers

the enemies and pushes them back with his godr sphera -- lets out a shout: