Directive (2)

The fever was rising.

Everyone's spirits were soaring, filled to the brim with an unreasonable sort of faith and zeal. Those that hadn't believed at all that they had any business challenging a Deity and his emissaries, now found that they were willing to do so, defiantly resisting reasons of limitation spiralling in their heads.

How else could one's limits be surpassed if not by challenging what was impossible?

What did those two months of gruesome, treacherous training mean if the final result wasn't for something as bold and as grand as what Skullius was calling for?

The Stark Troops were indeed emboldened.

However…

"Hold on, Master," Kintar said. Her wide face didn't look half as enthusiastic or as accepting of her master's words, but that was only on the surface. She had other concerns.

The growing fever was slaughtered at once.

Kintar gave Skullius another sharp look.