After handing out the weapons, The king then turned to face the assembled army.
His voice booming as he shouted, "Begin the march to the border!"
A roar erupted from the soldiers. It was a powerful shout that echoed through the air shaking the ground beneath them.
Julian felt goosebumps rise all over his body, a mix of excitement and adrenaline flooding through him. Beside him, Marcus shared the same intense reaction, their eyes shining with determination.
"This is what power is," Julian thought to himself, feeling a fire ignite within him. "I need this power. I need this influence. I want to bask in glory." His ambition surged.
The hundred thousand strong army began to move, marching in unison as they set off towards the border.
The Duke of Norish and the Duke of Ethwer led the way, their presence commanding and resolute.
