The ground rumbled with the march of thousands, each step echoing like a drumbeat of doom. Dust rolled in waves and the shadow of the Legate's army pressed closer with every breath.
Lireath raised her sword high, her voice cutting through the fear choking her retreating troops.
"Stand firm!" she cried, her tone sharp as steel. "This is for our land, for our people! If we fall here, there will be no one left to protect them. So raise your blades, and fight as though your families stand behind you!"
Her soldiers, weary and bloodied, lifted their heads at her cry. Some gripped their weapons tighter, others straightened their backs despite trembling legs. The fire in her tone gave them something to cling to.
At her sides, Sorrin and Gordon stepped forward like pillars of support.
"We'll hold the line with you, my lady," Sorrin said firmly, sword steady at his side.
"Aye," Gordon growled, hefting his shield. "No matter what comes, we stand together."
