[: 3rd POV :]
As the last echoes of his explanation faded, Arcturus Veylan's gaze swept across the sea of warriors before him.
The projection dimmed, the map of Tetaria flickering out, leaving only the torchlight and the raw tension in the air.
He straightened his posture, his voice rising like a battle-drum.
"Now you know the truth. Now you know the path before us. So I will ask you only once"
His hand slammed against his chest, his aura flaring with commanding authority.
"Are you ready to raid? To bring ruin upon the Zero Organization?"
For a heartbeat, silence hung heavy.
Then.
"READY!"
The hall erupted with thunder.
Screams, roars, war cries—voices layered with rage, grief, and unshakable determination.
Swords clanged against shields, axes slammed into the floor, staves crackled with mana as the warriors poured their fury into their answer.
"READY!" shouted a dwarf, his voice breaking yet fierce, as tears glistened in his beard.
