A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
They were strange words, especially for a common soldier. They were too poetic for the typical man's liking. It ought to have been met with silence – but it wasn't.
"""RAHHH!""" There came a thump of feet, and a raising of spears. It wasn't so much a cheer, as a universal grunt from the army acknowledging the statement of their leaders.
"There lies a foe! A foe that guards the way ahead!" He said, thoroughly dramatic in his explanation. He did not shout, but his voice carried far enough, as he stared the Verna down – what must those men have thought, to see such an animated foreigner, speaking so excitedly in his strange tongue. "An army of immortals, it is said! It is said – I do declare that these men are strong men. You feel it in the air, do you not?"