James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group. The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation.

Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation. Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them.

Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect.

Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian fur