Victor stood still for a moment, scanning the soldiers before him.
Twelve thousand strong.
It was a sight to behold—each soldier standing tall, eyes firm, faces set with quiet resolve.
There was no hesitation, no uncertainty.
Only will.
The kind of will that says, I'm ready to give my life for something bigger.
It made Victor proud.
When your people are loyal to you, when they trust you enough to follow you into the fire, it gives you a strength words can't describe.
He stepped forward and raised his voice.
"Welcome, my soldiers. You are the brave ones who stood up for this mission—the strongest, the most capable."
"Your strength isn't just the rank you've earned or the levels you've reached. It's your courage. Your decision to live, to fight, for something greater than yourselves."
He paused to let the words sink in.