"My fellow tribe members, the decisive hour, the trial that would determine our fate, is upon us. The enemy is right in front of us, they are strong, far stronger than us and they will not hesitate to shed our blood".
"Now you have two choices, you can either mop here all day without making any contribution or you all can come with me and join your fellow members who gave their lives away while fighting"
With a warcry loud enough to reach even the enemy camp far behind, Berigard raised his staff in the sky and started casting.
Ominous wind started whistling across the entire battlefield and after a while, the earth started trembling as if in fear as to what is to come. Berigard poured unimaginable amounts of mana into his staff which in turn channelled it to create the desired elemental effect.
The mana in a few kilometres surrounding visibly took a yellowish hue and a pressure like that of a heavy mountain descended onto the place.
