My words are the words of the gods. Oppose me and you will be led into Purgatory and face judgement. After Esredia's speech, she drew her silver sword to signal the onset of the assault. She was not concerned about becoming idolized, but rather spoke with the conviction her soldiers longed to hear. Once the flames of war subsided, a religious nation would be poised to rise from the ashes, with Esredia at the center. Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if spurring her ever closer to her destiny.