Before they could even begin to reflect, a crisp and pleasant female voice delivered one image after another into the minds of the people.
"...Those brave souls stand on the distant frontlines, guarding the land that their ancestors have tilled since ancient times, their mothers, wives, sisters at home praying—just like everyone present here, sincerely wishing for their loved ones to return safely. Girls laughing, children playing."
The growing commotion was blended with warmth and tranquility, and then—
"However, the cruel dark clouds still loom over the lands of the north, where hordes of savage, obedient beastmen soldiers emerge relentlessly like locusts. The moment the opportunity arises, they crawl out of their nests to defile and desecrate, spreading disaster and slaughter to every inch of land they touch, unleashing a terrifying torrent of violence upon all mankind..."
At this point, the voice suddenly paused.
