"Brothers, it seems our luck is not so good, we've hit a dead end... You all know who's standing across from us."
There was a moment of silence in the channel.
Rebel Throat, a name that carries pressure in itself.
"But!" Blood Dragon's voice suddenly elevated, filled with undeniable determination:
"There are countless eyes watching us now, mocking how we should face this Magic God, fearing we'll soon collapse."
"Losing is not scary. We, the Dragon Blood Knight Order, emerged from the blood-soaked mountains of Monster World, facing all kinds of scenes. To be cowed before the battle only means losing the spine and spirit of our Dragon Blood Warband."
"Today, victory or defeat is no longer important. We must make all spectators, even Rebel Throat himself, remember the name of our Dragon Blood Warband. Let our charge tell them: The Dragon Blood Knight Order may be defeated, but will never retreat without a fight."
"Everyone, get ready!"
Clang!
