William knew this reaction was entirely expected. It was the fundamental reason he hadn't breathed a word about their real foes earlier.
He understood the fragile nature of human courage; if he had described the sheer scale of the encroaching disaster back at the forging chambers, forget about the four who had already chickened away—even having four people remaining by his side now would have been considered a miraculous blessing.
"William… Can you at least explain… What is coming at us? What do we have to fight against?"
As she stared at the twenty paths of absolute destruction carving through the ancient woods, a scene that made her heart fall to the deepest abyss, Berry couldn't help but turn to William.
Her voice was a fragile thread of plea and hope. She wanted to help the clan, just like every other soul standing on those ramparts, but who said going against the heavens was something everyone was truly ready for?
