Chapter 97: Into the Gate
A reverent hush fell across the swamp as the assembled soldiers and mages fell silent. Lord Griffon stood on a large tree stump, amplifying his voice with a simple spell. Feeling weary from the travel and conversation, I summoned my staff, leaning against the glassy shaft and listening closely.
"One year ago, the gods blessed our world with warnings of a darkness to come. A time in the near future when demonic hordes would descend from hell and ravage our lands and loved ones. That time has come, and we have risen to meet it"
He raised his hand, quieting the scattered applause. "Through this gate is a land teeming with demons and the unknown. I couldn’t ask for more faithful or diligent soldiers, yet even with heroes at our side, some of you may not return. Should you be called to offer your life for your family, country, and world, know that you will not be forgotten. For we are the first to lay our blades against the darkness, chosen by the gods to begin humanity’s final stand against the demonic invasion. Hold your heads high, comrades. For Enusia!"
With a final rallying cry, Lord Griffon drew his sword, the clear ring setting off a fervent wave of heroic cheers. Within seconds, the camp was abuzz with activity. Soldiers ran here and there, gathering their gear and preparing to enter the Gate. Fyren stepped closer to me, face darkened with worry.
"Are you alright? I noticed you aren’t looking well."
"It’s nothing," I said shortly, pushing him away. "I’ll be fine."
"Even so," he persisted, "I insist you allow me to stay by your side. No hero should stand alone ever, much less in your condition."
"That’s the first I’ve heard of that," I muttered. My life wasn’t exactly filled with companionship, after all.
We both turned as Soltair’s voice entered the conversation. "I think that’s a great idea. Judging by your aura, you’re more than quite capable. Xiviyah, it would be difficult for me to be on the front lines, leading the battle, and have to watch over you as well."