At dawn the next day, the silent military camp rumbled to life like a waking beast.
On the high wooden platform, Graham stood clad in armor, his presence imposing.
The weak voice from yesterday's tent was long gone, replaced by a powerful, resonant pre-battle declaration that echoed throughout the grounds.
"Soldiers! Listen up! The enemy is entrenched in Broken Stone Canyon!"
Graham's voice was like a warhammer, shattering the morning tranquility.
"They trample our lands and slaughter our kin! Today..."
He took a deep breath, his roar like thunder.
"Either they die, or we do! For our homes... crush them!"
After a moment of dead silence, the camp erupted.
Weapons crashed violently against shields, creating a thunderous roar.
"Crush them!"
"For our homes!"
"Graham!"
The frenzied shouts merged into a tidal wave, sweeping over the entire camp.
Graham's renowned name dispelled the fatigue and fear that had accumulated among the soldiers from days of constant Demon attacks.
