"Such a nostalgic power."
Asa spread his arms, feeling the surge of power within him. A complex expression flickered in his eyes.
However, there was no sense of resentment. He was from forty thousand years ago, a Rune Warrior of the old era.
In the new world, there was no soil capable of bearing his existence.
For a Rune Warrior, whose lifespan only spans a few hundred years, to have lived this long, even with most of it spent in slumber, was already a miracle.
Furthermore, his body was filled with brilliance and glory. To be able to let his brilliance shine once more before his death was a rare and fortunate opportunity.
Beside him, the legion commander looked at the figure that had just moments ago appeared frail and withered. His respect grew even deeper, and his heart stirred with waves of emotion.
The other soldiers, who wore grim expressions, also showed reverence when looking at Asa.
