The warriors that are present exuded a jubilant scream.
And just when the hype is through the roofs. Like an untamed wild horse, galloping around.
Argus dropped the slogan; he and Miguel had thought which they racked and almost destroyed their brains...
"WARRIORS! HERE ME!"
"TODAY ONWARDS, YOU ALL MUST REMEMBER MY FOLLOWING WORDS!"
The excited crowd slowly quieted down as they hear what Argus is about to say.
"For conquest and domination—we rule!
For bitterness and damnation—we stand!
Forever, we swear—Brothers!"
Then, when those words melted in their hearts, all the warriors present, both the Alipins and the Buwayans, the Framers, The traders, The Craftsmen...
All of those who are still half in doubt, had their whole body trembling.
What is a precipice or hurdle in finding a master?
Isn't it because some of the masters had very selfish desires?
