"My men!" Ethan's deep voice echoed through the chaos, carrying power and command.
"Yes!" The guards roared in unison, banging their weapons against their shields, the sound ringing like thunder.
Ethan's gaze swept across them. "Your job is to move with the mercenaries. Provide aid to the nearby villages, safeguard the people, and clear out any monsters that escaped."
"Ra—" Ethan paused mid-sentence and looked at Ray. His son stood at the side with his fists clenched, and eyes burning with determination.
Ethan hesitated for a moment. Ray was still just nine. His heart tightened with worry.
But before he could say anything, Ray tore off his cloak and stepped forward, his young face resolute.
"People of Blanks!" Ray's voice wasn't loud, nor was it full of intensity, yet it carried a firmness that made everyone turn toward him. "I know I'm not worthy. I know I'm not as good as you. But I'll do everything I can to help!"
