Rion walked through the campsite with relaxed steps while eyeing others who held solemn expressions.
He knew the reason behind the heavy mood lingering over the camp and Haria's call.
'All of them are scared, yet none of them wants to run away...'
In his past life, Rion had read a lot and it didn't just include fantasy but anything that caught his interest. Be it philosophy, medicine, anatomy, myths, psychology, even the structure of wars and empires and from that he also understood that one's victory wasn't just based on their heavy hitters but also the morale of the allies.
However, he didn't know how accurate that understanding would be for a world where a single being could blast a forest to smithereens and cut the sky into two halves.
