Jake stood silently on the deck, listening to Mita's proclamation as her voice continued to echo across the battlefield.
For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
There was something strangely powerful about her words.
They weren't just empty encouragement shouted before a battle.
Every word was filled with passion, conviction, and an unwavering belief in the people standing behind her.
Even Jake, who had only arrived moments ago and had no connection to the Alliance, could feel his blood stirring from her speech.
'That kid- I mean, that Grand Marshal…'
He looked toward the tiny dwarf standing proudly at the front of the flying ship.
'She's actually pretty damn good at this.'
He had expected someone holding the title of Grand Marshal to be an intimidating old veteran or some battle-hardened commander with decades of experience.
Instead, it was a tiny dwarf who looked like she should still be in school, carrying a greatsword larger than herself.
