Six thousand Sengolio soldiers marched forward in perfect rhythm, armor gleaming, banners snapping in the wind. Their formation stretched wide, like a tide of iron rolling to swallow the land.
Under Liraeth's banner, her soldiers shifted uneasily. They knew the plan, hold the line until their allies struck. But knowing was one thing. Standing against a wall of steel that vast was another. Whispers spread through the ranks, doubt creeping into their voices.
Liraeth rode forward, her voice carrying across the lines. "Steady your hearts! This is our land, our homes, our families behind us. The enemy bleeds like we do, remember that! Stand with me, and we will not falter!"
Her words steadied them. Backs straightened, shields locked tighter, and fear gave way to resolve.
