His eyes locked onto the recruits one by one, sealing the raw understanding between them.
"I don't care what your private reasons are for wanting to join this war, but you keep that fire hot in your chests.
"I hope it won't come to this, but if it really does, do not trust a single Zharun warrior standing on that ridge today. When the clash begins, the dust gets thick, and the blood starts flowing, you keep your eyes even sharper and your guard up.
Not just against the enemy… against the Zharun too."
He paused, letting the words sink in deep.
"And if a Zharun turns his spear blade even a single inch toward your back, you don't wait for an elder's permission, and you don't think about the sacred pact. You drive your point straight through his throat first.
Of course, if the difference in strength is too much, just run. There is no shame in running away from a strong enemy."
Sol's voice grew even lower, almost a growl.
