Sunny addressed the ten thousand beastmen and women, his gaze sweeping over each individual. "By now, you all would have received the news, right?" He waited as a ripple of nods went through the assembled ranks.
"Ten thousand Wendigos are heading toward the city as we speak. Not only that, they are significantly stronger than you weaklings."
A collective frown creased the soldiers' faces; being called "weaklings" clearly didn't sit well with them.
"What?! Are you upset?" Sunny asked, a flat expression on his face. "Yeah, you should be. Because you are all weak." He continued, his eyes narrowed. "Look at you, the strongest among you is only a Sky rank. Truly pathetic."
"My… My king, aren't your words too harsh?" a muscular man ventured, a deep furrow in his brow.
