The Paladin in the Abyss

"Yes!"

"I am willing!"

"Let the Lich go to hell!"

The crowd responded enthusiastically to Soveris’ call, but Lancelot sighed softly from the side. The courage displayed by the townsfolk was certainly admirable, but under the infectious speech by the Elf, even lambs would appear fearless. When they truly face enemies ten times their number and realize their lives will soon end, how much of their current bravery will truly remain?

He would know the answer, for he had decided to stay and witness the final moments of this charming town.

’Brother.’ A sudden voice echoed in Lancelot’s consciousness, it was little Ishah, ’I have some words to say, can you help make my voice louder?’

Lancelot raised an eyebrow and quietly made a Dharma Decree, lightly tapping Ishah’s shoulder.

"There will be no eternal torment or enslavement." The young girl spoke, her voice no less powerful than Soveris’, "I will bless those warriors who join the battle in the name of the Lord of the Dead. If you die in combat, your bodies will not be controlled by Necromancy, and your Souls will rest peacefully beside Cranvo..."

"Ooooh!"

Previously, Lancelot thought the crowd’s enthusiasm had reached its peak, but now he knew he was wrong. Not all living is truly living. For these ’refugees’ who have been trapped for so long, the promise given by Cranvo’s Envoy was so tempting, like promising a warm bed and soft pillow to someone who has not slept for three days and nights.