After the equipment distribution finished, Arthur's distributors moved through the crowd. They separated players into groups of ten, each formation carefully balanced. Veterans paired with newcomers. DPS matched with support. Ranged attackers complemented close combat specialists.
These weren't random assignments.
Each group received a designated leader—not always the highest level, but the one whose talents or skills best suited command. Some possessed tactical talents.
Others had communication abilities that enhanced team coordination.
A few simply radiated natural leadership that others instinctively followed.
The transformation happened with remarkable speed. Where a chaotic crowd had stood an hour before, organised columns now formed, each group standing at attention before Arthur.
An army.
Arthur stood on the platform once more, surveying what he'd created. Pride flickered across his features before settling into calmess.
