Chapter 79: Motivation and Hope

The cold night breeze whispered against Jin's skin as he stood on the balcony, his gaze lost in the vast expanse of the starry sky. The weight of the upcoming battle sat heavily on his shoulders, a storm of uncertainty brewing within him. The world was once again thrown into chaos, and the threat looming over them was unlike anything they had ever faced.

Soft footsteps echoed behind him, and before he could turn, a familiar warmth pressed against his side. Lia leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. For a while, neither of them spoke, simply drawing comfort from each other's presence.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Lia finally murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were happy, Jin. After everything we went through, I thought we could finally live in peace."

Jin inhaled deeply, his arm instinctively wrapping around her waist. "I know," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "But peace is never permanent, Lia. We both knew it. The stronger we become, the more the world throws at us."

She turned slightly to face him, her violet eyes shimmering with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I hate this," she confessed. "I hate that no matter how much we fight, there's always another threat waiting in the shadows."

Jin tightened his embrace, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. "Then let's end this quickly," he whispered, his voice laced with conviction. "No more prolonging, no more threats lurking behind our happiness. We will clear this fast, Lia. I promise you."

She searched his eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none. Finally, she nodded, a small, determined smile forming on her lips. "Then let's make sure we win."

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As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Jin stood at the front of a massive army. Every ranker, every celestial, every warrior who had chosen to fight against the monstrous force that had emerged from Sadan Island stood before him. Their expressions varied—some were filled with determination, others with fear. They knew what was at stake, but they needed a leader to remind them why they stood there today.

Jin took a deep breath, letting his gaze sweep over his comrades before he raised his voice, his words cutting through the crisp morning air like a blade.

"Brothers and sisters, warriors of the free world!" His voice boomed, commanding the attention of every single soul before him. "Today, we stand not just as individuals, not just as rankers, celestials, or humans—we stand as one! We stand against the abyss that threatens to consume everything we love!"

The crowd erupted in agreement, fists clenched, weapons grasped tightly.

"For years, we have fought! For years, we have suffered! We have seen comrades fall, we have seen our homes burned, we have felt the pain of loss! And yet, here we stand! Why? Because we refuse to kneel! Because we refuse to let the darkness take what is ours!"

His words resonated through the army like wildfire, igniting their spirits, setting their souls ablaze.

"This enemy—this Laplace—thinks it can shatter our will! It thinks it can crush our spirits and tear us apart! But tell me, will we let it?!"

"NO!!!" The unified roar of the warriors shook the heavens.

Jin's eyes burned with an unyielding flame as he continued, his voice filled with both fury and hope. "We are not just warriors! We are protectors! We are avengers! We are the force that will decide the fate of this world! And I tell you this—when the dust settles, when the blood dries, when the final monster falls, it will be us standing victorious!"

The battlefield trembled as battle cries erupted, warriors slamming their weapons against their armor, their fear replaced with unbreakable resolve.

"This is not just another fight! This is our reckoning! This is our moment to carve our names into history! So let us march! Let us fight! Let us show the world that when humanity, when rankers, when celestials rise together—nothing, not even gods, can stand in our way!"

With a final roar of approval, the army surged forward, spirits ablaze with determination. They were ready. The battle for Sadan Island had begun.