A crushing pressure weighed upon every warrior of the Korokor Stronghold after General Tiberius spoke. Some felt it like an endless wave, a suffocating force that threatened to drown them in despair. Others burned with renewed determination, a fierce inner fire prompting them to grow stronger at any cost.
Tiberius took in the mingled expressions of fear and grim resolve from his soldiers. Though he, himself, was wounded—blood trickling from cuts and bruises, and fatigue etched into every muscle—he hovered in midair, refusing to show weakness.
His eyes shone with an almost monstrous battle spirit, an unspoken vow that he would never compromise the defense of the fortress. To those on the edge of panic, he became a guiding light. To those burning for vengeance, he served as a catalyst, intensifying their fighting will.
