Valerion flicked his ears back. This was not a rousing speech.
“Those people are wrong. This is not just a fight for Allentria. Nor is it a fight for Jidaeln. We aren’t fighting for any one country—we’re fighting for an idea. The idea that our world can heal from the darkness and imbalance that has plagued us since the Second Age, since before that—since the dawn of mankind.
“We fight not for the old Allentria, a country that once broke ties with its allies; we fight for the idea of a new Allentria, one that will help build a better world out of the ashes of the Shadow War,” Viran roared. Though the human wielded no magic, Valerion had the impression that his voice carried to the furthest line of the army. Twenty-thousand mortal bodies were still, enraptured by the speech.
“We fight not
