The courier froze on the spot when he heard the terrible news: not only did they have no support, but they were all going to die here.
Georg raised his right hand and clapped the shoulder of the courier, who was no older than twenty. He then drew the sword at his waist and turned to face the demons surging toward them like a tide. His expression was iron-willed and grim as he delivered the final part of the order.
"For the Emperor."
On the courier's young, inexperienced face, the fear of death warred with the will to live. His gaze went past Georg, landing on the Imperial Knights fighting a bloody battle in the distance.
"But, Sir..."
Georg knew what the new recruit was thinking and immediately barked, "Do not question the courage and loyalty of the Imperial Knights! Soldier!"
"Their mission is to enter the Void Storm and take the fight to those damned demons in their own lair."
"And our job is to buy them time right here, even if it's only for one minute!"
