Seliph stood atop a grassy hill, the breeze tousling his long blue ponytail as he surveyed the sprawling plains of the Aed Desert below. The Liberation Army's camp was abuzz with activity as the soldiers prepared for their impending march on the Grannvale-controlled city of Melgen. His hand gripped the hilt of Tyrfing, still getting used to the divine blade's weight and presence at his side. "The path ahead will be long and arduous," Seliph murmured to himself. "But for the sake of the people, for the future of Jugdral…I must not falter." He turned and strode back towards camp with renewed purpose in his step, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead.