The Rule
He paused, and with somewhat heavy concern, added, “We are but a tenth of their number. Shall I give the order to fall back if they advance early?”
Samarth's voice in return was calm, his eyes fixed ahead, “No. Let them come. The strength of their numbers is their delusion.” He lifted his gaze to the heavens for a breath, then spoke with quiet authority. “We were not sent to match their might, but to shame it. The Lord who sent us does not weigh battles by numbers, but by obedience.”
Raj nodded, the silence between them filled with something deeper than fear—faith.
From across the field, a trumpet blew—sharp, imperial. Calantha broke from her guards and began to ride forward, alone. The sold