The training floor fell dead silent.
Fifty-seven elite commandos stared at me like I'd just declared war on gravity itself. Which, in a way, I suppose I had.
"All of us?" Sergeant Chen's voice cracked slightly. "Sir, with respect, that's—"
"Impossible?" I finished for him. "Crazy? Suicidal?"
"I was going to say insane," a voice called from the back ranks.
More nervous laughter rippled through the group. But I could see the change in their eyes. The spiritual energy I'd released was still hanging in the air like electricity before a storm.
Roman Sterling remained silent beside me, arms crossed, watching. This was my show now.
"Let me guess," I continued, pacing slowly in front of the assembled soldiers. "You've all heard stories about cultivators. Ancient masters who could fight armies single-handed. You probably think those are legends. Exaggerations."
