The group fell silent, their earlier optimism replaced by a heavy sense of despair.
They looked to Lyerin, hoping for some form of guidance, some reassurance that their efforts weren't in vain. But Lyerin remained silent, his expression inscrutable as he processed their words.
Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but carrying an edge of impatience. "You've faced hardship. You've tasted failure. And now you sit here, licking your wounds and lamenting your circumstances as if that will change anything. Do you think the beast will spare you because you're tired? Because you're afraid?"
His words cut through the group like a blade, and several soldiers lowered their heads, unable to meet his gaze.
"You speak of strength and cunning, but you fail to understand the most basic truth of survival: adaptation. Each failure is an opportunity to learn, to grow, to become stronger. And yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity instead of rising to meet the challenge."
