"We... can only say we've done our utmost, the enemy won't completely occupy Crook Manor before my death."
"Okay, I understand,"
Jason Morgan turned and left.
He didn't return to the manor. Instead, he took a megaphone and announced the harsh reality to the nearly two thousand soldiers guarding the last line of defense outside Crook Manor's walls.
The core message, of course, was that the soldiers had to hold on until nightfall tomorrow. He promised them that help from the alliance would definitely arrive before darkness fell.
This assertion had meaning.
The morale of the soldiers was tangibly boosted.
Winning the battle on their own, beating back the aberrant beasts, might be difficult, but if it was just holding out until nightfall, then... wasn't there a glimmer of hope?
The shadow of three defeats lifted somewhat.
