"All of my forces, I know we passed through hard times, however… It's my honour to tell you that the worst has already passed. The army that you see here belongs to us, belongs to William. To all of my forces hearing my words right now… Attack… Kill the enemies, kill everyone, kill Richard and bring me his head! To victory!"
Well, if anyone told them that a miracle happened here at this moment, they wouldn't believe him. But it was Lara, and the air she emitted was the air suited for a queen, a victorious and all mighty queen, not someone who was this close from losing everything.
The first to be jolted awake from this was Stark. He instantly ordered the masters on his side to do one simple thing, to retreat, run towards the grand army of masters surrounding the entire place.
This wasn't an act of cowardice, but an order to regulate things here. If he didn't do it, then it was destined for chaos to befall, where no one of the new army would recognise a friend from a foe.
