"LISTEN WELL!"
The Agent's voice thundered across the field with authority, and every soldier snapped to attention. The voice wasn't loud through volume alone. It was felt deep in the bones. Like a superior creature was making its presence known.
Finn recognized the technique. Master-rank Arcanists could infuse their voices with enough mana to make their words physically felt by those of lower-ranks.
The Agent took a deep breath and bellowed:
"General Orin Thrace was a CONSPIRATOR!"
The soldiers went rigid. Though they already suspected something along those lines after seeing the General's corpse lying in a pool of blood.
The Agent swept his gaze across the assembled troops, making sure they felt his 'anger' at the turn of events.
