'Carrying'

My speech was short due to the Demon army already fast approaching, but I ensured I gave enough motivation to spur everyone into action.

"Rahhhhhhh!!!" The Gifted raised their voices unnecessarily for battle.

Perhaps it was to douse the overwhelming cries of the Demons before them or to steel themselves knowing they would be fighting against enemies previously deemed unfathomable.

However, there was no way the Gifted could turn back now! After all, they were under the influence of my . It dictated that they fought while placing their trust in me.

amplified their awe for me, as well as the desire to achieve something remotely close to my feat of slaying over half of the opposing enemy's army. With their lowered intelligence, the Gifted became a nearly unintelligent mob that only sought to obey their instincts for battle—with the exception of Lara whom I left intact.