[Loyal Spirits - 47]
The turnout from my little inspiring speech isn't great. Only around thirty men and women chose to aid my war, it's not great but its workable. So long as there aren't any deserters.
But there are bound to be. Forming an army from the first pool of Spirits was an unreasonable expectation to have, of course people also wouldn't want to spend their afterlife fighting in some war and getting hurt for some cause. People have never been that generous with trust, so it's better I focus my attention on moulding the best fighters and loyal followers.
That's why we're back out in the Forest.
"Hyaaaa!"
Practically invincible, two dozen Spirits launch themselves into battle with a variety of monsters. The rowdy cries of battle calling more and more beasts into what would be a feast for them.
Only it's the opposite.