As they finished the final round of coating, William didn't hesitate. He moved through the yard, gathering every bundle of arrows and every rack of treated spears, storing them systematically inside his storage ring.
His actions didn't stir any protest or even much curiosity from the kids around him. At this moment, their minds were occupied by a single, terrifying reality, and nothing else seemed to matter.
"Now what?" one of the students asked, his voice trembling.
"Can we finally return to the frontline and help?" another added, looking toward the flickering horizon.
"Are we now free to go and fight? Our families are out there!"
The questions came thick and fast, a chorus of anxiety and martial bloodlust. Many spoke at once, their voices rising over the distant sounds of carnage, yet William raised his hand with a calm, authoritative gesture that managed to silence them all.
