Demons of Torture

"Attention, everyone!"

The gossip and movement among the gathered army stopped immediately. The men stood still, and their eyes turned towards him.

A moment of complete silence followed before they all hurried to stand in formations.

The discipline of the soldiers varied based on their nature. The soldiers of Ethwer stood still, reflecting their training, while the bandits and criminals struggled to line up properly.

Lian's piercing gaze swept over them. He knew this army was far from perfect, but with their ruthless and cunning nature, even they would be enough to gain victory.

"Listen up, you motherfuckers! I know exactly what some of you are—greedy bandits, notorious criminals—but today, you are all here under us two. And let me tell you, there's only one reason for your sorry asses to be standing here: to destroy those Easvil bastards!" 

The gathered men exchanged nervous glances, but none of them dared to voice their opinion.