A Warlord calls his troops into battle for the name of their country, for the lives of their families, and for the end of all things. He screams at the top of his lungs and lets his hand rest against the hilt of his sword. When he falls silent, his lips continue moving, muttering a silent prayer. Partially inspired by a novel I'm writing.
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