As King Draven's powerful voice resounded through the air, his words reverberated in the hearts of the troops and magicians gathered on the field. His speech had ignited a fire within them, infusing them with a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Each word was carefully chosen to inspire and remind them of their duty and the weight of the task that lay ahead.
As the speech concluded, a thunderous roar erupted from the crowd. Cheers and applause filled the air, mingling with the beating of drums and the clanging of swords. The troops stood tall, their chests puffed out with pride, ready to face the coming battle.
But amidst the excitement, there was an undercurrent of mixed emotions. The realization that they would soon be separated from their loved ones weighed heavily on their minds. Families gathered on the field, embracing each other tightly, unwilling to let go. Tears streamed down her cheeks, intermingled with smiles that tried to mask the worry.
