South Pole, Water Nation.
"So, have the other tribes joined us?" Thorian fixed his eyes on a map showing exactly where the enemy was, the location of the tribes that had not yet decided to join them, and the location of their troops.
Brad looked at the troop distribution and recommended, "We need to have at least a fleet of fifty cruisers to have the advantage if we initiate a direct war. For now, we must show these invaders that the water is our domain."
"We can carry out ambushes much more frequently than we have been doing so far, but at the same time, we must not expose too much of our strength, or the Fire Nation might start a full invasion," said Darío, aware that they were not yet strong enough to rely on themselves for a direct war.
The entire war council room fell silent; they knew the time had come to start eliminating any invaders they encountered, and they feared that things might not go as well as they hoped.
Thorian subconsciously looked at the map and said, "For now, we'll start moving in submarines; we'll be able to ambush the cruisers entering our sea in groups of no more than eight warriors to streamline our movements."
"But we must be aware that if we do it that way, warriors will start dying. Do you recommend anything regarding that?" Darío looked at Thorian, who had always been calm and collected.
Thorian looked at the distribution of enemy bases and said, "I will lead a team on ambush missions; we will eliminate one cruiser a day, and if the enemy enters areas where we have ambushes set up, then we will attack."
Brad shook his head and said, "Using only one team could be very risky; what do we do if they set a trap for us?"
"Then we'll just die. We're at war, and we won't come out unscathed from it, so mentally prepare yourselves to lose things you never thought possible." Thorian didn't want his soldiers to believe they were untouchable because they weren't.
Everyone remained silent; now they just had to wait and see if Thorian's plan would prove effective.
"Gather the warriors; the time for the meeting has come."
Thorian stood up; he had cut his hair a long time ago, so now he gave off a completely different vibe, and even more so with his mask stained with the blood of his enemies, making him a truly fearsome man.
When the announcement was made, everyone gathered under the training square, and when they saw Thorian approaching with his elite group, they all stepped aside.
"The White Demon."
That was the nickname given to him. Of course, Thorian paid no attention to these nicknames because they didn't bother him.
"Brothers and sisters of the Water Nation, today we stand at the threshold of history with the sacred duty to liberate our lands from the shadow that has darkened our home."
Thorian's powerful voice reached every corner of this city, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation.
"For too long, we have borne the burden of invasion, but the time has come to raise our voices and our weapons. At this crucial moment, we fight not only for ourselves but for future generations who deserve a future without fear or oppression."
"The water that flows in our veins is also the essence of our resilience, and with every drop, we swear to defend our land with unwavering courage."
Thorian paused, caught his breath, and shouted, "Today, brothers and sisters, we raise our swords and spears not only to expel the invader but to remind them that the Water Nation is an indomitable torrent that does not yield to adversity. Every wave that breaks on our shores carries with it the power of our determination, and every drop of rain that falls on our heads is a reminder that we are strong and resilient."
"Our valor is not just about eliminating our enemies but teaching them that hatred has no place in our hearts. Victory is not only measured in terms of conquered territory but also in the ability to build a tomorrow where peace and harmony reign over our lands."
"May our warriors be inspired by the roar of the ocean, by the strength of rivers that defy obstacles, and by the serenity of lakes that reflect our determination."
"United, we will advance with the certainty that this struggle is the spark that will ignite the flame of freedom on the horizon of the Water Nation."
"For our land, for our people, for freedom! Forward, water warriors, may the tide of justice be on our side!"
As Thorian shouted these words, some people were crying because, for the first time in over fifty years, they believed they could win. Now everyone looked at Thorian, the White Demon, as the most powerful general the Water Nation had ever had.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Powerful cries of excitement echoed in every corner of the city.
"For our freedom!"
"For our nation!"
"For the future!"