In the face of war, it is not the blade we fear, but the trembling hand that wields it.
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JOVIAN
The Final Preparations
The war council room thrummed with fervent discussion, each member earnestly proposing their strategies. Yet, their words no longer penetrated my thoughts. The burden of my new responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders as I exited the room. This would be my first time leading men into battle, and the fear and anticipation churned in my gut like a tempest.
What if I failed? What if I led them to their deaths? The thought gnawed at me, but I knew I had to rise to the occasion.
