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F/VoH Ch 108: Leader of the Rebel Forces
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 12:04:04 +0000 UTCThe entrance to this place is protected by a secret door located beneath a large tree, an old tree that appears ordinary on the surface. However, beneath its roots lies a new world, a world filled with struggle and hope.
This secret path is not the only one; there are several other routes leading to this place. A deep cave, underground channels flowing beneath the city of Bertord, and a small shack in a slum area that is often overlooked by people. Each path holds stories and secrets, connecting those who share the same goal: freedom.
Today is a very significant day for the Rebel Forces. Their leader, a figure whose name has only been whispered until now, is scheduled to arrive in the city of Bertord. The news of the leader's arrival spreads like wildfire in a dry field, inspiring and energizing all members.
In a corner of the room, a group of farmers is discussing seriously, their faces filled with hope. "With the leader here, we will get better strategies to fight the colonizers," says an old farmer, his rough hands showing the marks of a lifetime of hard work.
Meanwhile, a young blacksmith, who looks a bit anxious, is checking the weapons that have been prepared. "These weapons must be perfect," he tells his companions, "we cannot disappoint the leader." The pressure to perform well is palpable, but the spirit to fight for freedom is greater than their fears.
An herbalist, an old woman with deep wrinkles, is preparing potions and medicines on a rough wooden table. "We must be ready for the worst," she says calmly, "everyone here has an important role in this struggle."
With burning enthusiasm, everyone prepares to welcome their leader, united in the aspiration to free the city of Bertord from the grip of the colonizers. An atmosphere of hope and determination fills the room, making everyone present feel that change is coming soon.
"Everyone! Get ready!" A firm voice echoes in the room, breaking the silence that had previously filled the air. Instantly, everyone busy with various tasks stops, standing tall with a posture of respect, as if they are in the presence of their queen.
Steady footsteps begin to be heard, accompanied by an unspoken excitement. A group of people steps into the basement, adding to the aura of tension around them.
At the front of the group, a woman steps forward gracefully. Her black cloak billows softly around her, revealing a slender silhouette. Her short hair glimmers under the dim light, while her purple eyes shine sharply, reflecting determination and wisdom. The woman's fair skin contrasts with the dark cloak she wears, and beneath it, tight black clothing accentuates her curves.
"Leader!" A simultaneous shout echoes, stirring the spirits among the group members. They exchange glances, feeling a deep sense of anxiety and respect.
"It seems you are all very excited," the woman says in a flat tone, although her thin smile shows that she appreciates their enthusiasm.
"We welcome you respectfully, Leader. Welcome to this place. We hope you will like it here as much as at the Central Headquarters," says a tall young man, his voice trembling slightly despite his efforts to show confidence.
The woman carefully observes the surroundings of the basement, noting every detail—from the neat layout to the trinkets that reflect the dedication of her followers. "This place is nice," she says, offering sincere praise that boosts everyone's spirits. "You have all done very well. Great job, everyone."
