Prepare for war

"Do you think we can win this war?" Miya asked, her voice filled with uncertainty as she gazed at the gathered soldiers preparing for battle.

Henry turned to her, his expression serious. "It's not whether we can win or not, Miya. It's that we have to win, no matter what."

Miya's heart sank at his words. "Right... but the plague has already corrupted half the kingdom. Even if we defeat Ares what will be left of Apollo?" 

A heavy silence hung between them as they both took in the gravity of the situation. The soldiers all were filled with a mix of hope and desperation as they awaited their leaders' next move.

Beside Henry and Miya stood a figure shrouded in minimalism. He was dressed entirely in black with a mask hiding his features. His presence was so understated that he seemed like an ordinary commoner that was devoid of the power and prestige that accompanied the mages.