Aria's POV:
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as the name echoed across it like a death sentence.
Nosef Vermoryth. The Crimson Sovereign. Overlord Rank 3.
Just hearing it caused a chill to run down my spine. My heart pounded like war drums, but I clenched my fists, raised my head, and steadied my breath. No—this wasn't the time to falter.
My hands trembled, but I shouted loud enough to reach the hearts of my soldiers.
"EVERYONE! LISTEN TO ME!"
"It doesn't matter if he's Overlord Rank 3—or even Rank 1. We do NOT surrender! This is OUR land! Our people! Our future!"
My words sparked something in them. Their spirits, once dulled by the overwhelming presence of an Overlord, began to shine again. Even if that light flickered faintly... it was still hope.
