Yet, as she looked upon this staggering display of might, Berry felt no awe. She didn't feel the pride that most would feel standing at the head of such a legion. Instead, her eyes remained cold and calculating.
"Listen up!" she shouted. Her voice, amplified by her spirit sense, rolled over the thirty thousand warriors like thunder. The domineering side of her personality, which had begun to emerge in the tent, was now in full bloom. "I see the look in your eyes.
I know you feel mighty. I know you look at your comrades and think that with this much Dark Gold power, nothing can stand in your way. But heed my words, and heed them well: It is not you—not a single one of you—who will lead us to victory in the brutal times ahead."
A confused murmur rippled through the ranks. Masters who had spent decades cultivating their power looked at each other in shock. Even Sara, standing just behind Berry, gave her a bewildered look. But Berry was undeterred.
