"We have not lost."
Standing on the stage and gazing upon the vast crowds beneath him, this was the first sentence that Benjamin spoke.
The eyes of the soldiers lit up at that moment.
Within these few days, they had been trapped in a state of confusion and unease. It was not only because their fellow comrades had died in the collapse in the previous days, but also because they had lost their way. What were they to do now? Were they still able to beat the Church? Having received such a huge blow, should they… continue pushing on?
As members of the Black Nightmare Army, their hatred towards the Church was a common trait amongst all of them. However, without Benjamin, without those powers at the top, it would forever be impossible for them to have gathered together. Because of that, even if they wished to persevere, this army would still be on the verge of being defeated and scattered if the attitude of the people at the top changed.
