The Silent March to Blackthorn [Part-2]
All three bowed together, their thanks heartfelt, their spirits set ablaze. "We will be worthy, my lord," Ronan promised.
Leon's smile widened, eyes flashing with challenge. "I have no doubt. Make yourselves worthy—and like these, more will become one with you."
As Leon's eyes scanned the crowd, he saw the eyes of other soldiers observing the exchange with a combination of longing and resolve. They clutched their own weapons, rough and worn, wishing for the kind of power Leon just bestowed. A slow, knowing smile crept onto Leon's face. "You all will have your chance," he said, voice calm but firm. "The rule is simple: prove yourselves worthy. I've given these men their weapons—but the door isn't closed for the rest of you."
The soldiers answered in a fierce, one voice. "Yes, my lord!" Their eyes lit up with hope and determination.
