He would start over, from the beginning. He would take up his sword once more and reclaim his strength.
'This time, I will use my own strength to protect my family and my men.'
They pressed on, passing through the forests of Mizea and galloping toward Rovar. A flicker of life returned to John's face.
'Henry, you took everything from me, but you can never take away my will to fight,' John murmured to himself, his inner voice tinged with unyielding defiance.
His figure faded into the forest, but a new fire had already been kindled in his heart.
Henry stood on a high platform in the center of Odoche, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over the new recruits arranged in neat rows below.
His face was expressionless. He just watched in silence, as if lost in thought.
"My Lord, the new recruits are ready. We can begin their training," Vasco reported in a low voice, stepping up to Henry's side.
His voice held a hint of excitement, but Henry merely gave a slight nod.
