"There's no denying that the enemy is powerful. They even know how to summon beasts from the wilderness and cast Sorcery Curses. We paid a heavy price under their assault, with over a dozen people dead and dozens more diseased."
At this, a fearful expression emerged on the faces of the soldiers. Indeed, once the adrenaline faded and they looked back, all that remained was fear, especially for those who had died once, been on the brink of death, and were then forcefully brought back. They had truly felt the light kiss of death.
After all, they were just rookies. If they had to go through all that again, they would probably be reluctant.
"But!"
Lance's tone became heavy, instantly capturing the soldiers' attention and snapping them out of their fear.
"We defeated those monsters! We killed the Witch from the wilderness! We successfully defended Hamlet! We successfully protected our families, friends, and comrades! They will be proud of you, and I will be proud of your brave fight!"
