"Every enemy of the Empire shouts like this—whether they are the Northern Nobility, Shield Dwarves, or Divine Descendants of North Aisier. But in the end, they all crumble to dust under the Empire's iron hooves!"
Dolores raised the massive Bloodfire Battle Axe: "Remember! Every brick of the city wall will be engraved with your names! The heroes who breach the city will receive medals forged in gold, gaining unparalleled power and status!
But the souls of cowards will be nailed to the anvil of the factories, wailing for eternity!"
The battle axe of Dolores ignited with Dragonflame, like a giant torch, lighting up the sky.
"When the city gate collapses, I want to hear the screams of the Thrace King drown out the death knell! I want to see their Divine Descendants kneel on the scorched earth and kiss the emblem of the Empire!"
"At this moment! As the Imperial Marshal, I stand with you at the frontline!"
