"My soldiers of Coldflame, please rise."
With a slight nod to everyone present, Ailier's pale face was filled with dignity as she said, "Tonight, I am no different from everyone else, and will fight for Coldflame."
Seeing that everyone had stood up, Ailier's expression turned solemn, continuing, "I believe you all know by now, that before dawn tomorrow, we will face a bloody battle."
"This fortress is the last line of defense for the kingdom. Once it falls, the mountains and rivers will be shattered, the people will suffer, and our homeland will cease to exist. Our descendants will be slaves forever."
Ailier took a deep breath of the slightly cool night air and said seriously, "This battle will not only determine the fate of each of us, but also the future of our children and the kingdom!"
