As soon as Leo raised his hand for silence, the crowd stilled, the chorus dying down almost instantly as millions of voices cut themselves short, discipline snapping back into place as they listened to him in rapt attention.
"As all of you must already know, the Righteous bastards have gotten hold of our Dragon, Aegon Veyr," Leo said as his voice carried cleanly across the plains, stripped of theatrics and sharpened by anger he did not bother hiding.
"They have him, and instead of granting him a warrior's death as they should have they rather chose humiliation….."
A ripple of restrained fury passed through the ranks.
"They paraded him," Leo continued as his gaze hardened, sweeping across the army. "They caged him. They reduced him not because they feared his strength, but because they feared what he represents, and make no mistake, this was never about breaking just one Cult Dragon."
He paused, letting the words settle.
