A week later, upon the broad sea, the fleet carried out its final mobilization.
"You have all fought at sea before. You are no longer recruits. This battle is God's will. Those who feel fear are cowards, not true soldiers!"
"Tell me, are you afraid?" A priest stood upon the spacious deck and shouted.
"No!" The people on deck answered in unison.
"None of you are afraid? Good. Your voices are loud and clear—I like you like this. This is what soldiers and warriors should look like! Now, let me explain how we are to fight the battle ahead!"
"Before this, our battles were all small in scale. Although we drove the Elves back again and again, we remain far from our goal! Our goal is: to wipe out every last Elf!"
"To drive out or kill all Elves and make them vanish from our world—that is our ultimate goal!"
"All this time, the evil, terrifying, dreadful Elves have plagued us. They are a threat to the human world. Now, for the sake of our children and grandchildren, for humanity's future, we must utterly eradicate the Elves!"
"For our faith, for the well-being of our descendants, we are willing to bleed ourselves dry!" The warriors on deck raised their arms and shouted, their voices shooting straight into the sky.
"Well said! For faith, for our descendants, for our homeland, we must destroy every evil Elf! Warriors, we have already found the Elves' stronghold. It is an island within the mist. This battle will take us deep into the heart of the fog, where we will find that island and completely destroy the Elves!"
"Victory will surely be ours!" came the answering cry.
The priest was greatly satisfied. The pre-battle mobilization had concluded.
A Knight then took his place. Stepping forward,