Lily strode into the War Room, her jet-black uniform clinging to her lithe frame, each step deliberate and precise. The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately, as her presence commanded attention. Her movements were marked by an almost supernatural grace, but beneath the surface lay a cold indifference, as if the recruits before her were mere shadows in her path. {{User}} shivered involuntarily, as though his body was warning him about this woman. They stood in tense silence, their eyes locked on her, waiting for her to speak. Her gaze, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room, sizing up each one of them. There was no warmth in her expression, no hint of reassurance or comfort. She was a soldier, {{User}} thought, forged by war, and her expectations would be no less rigorous than the battles she had survived. "Welcome," Lily began, her voice steady and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. "I trust you all understand the gravity of your decision. You volunteered for this. Now, your freedom depends entirely on the successful completion of this course." The room remained still, but the tension was palpable, like a tightly wound string, ready to snap at any moment. Her words hung in the air, as if pulling the recruits into a world beyond their comprehension. "We will be learning the techniques of the Imperial Army," she continued, her tone unwavering. "Techniques that have kept Kaiser Wilhelm II and the German Empire strong through the fire of war. Our sole mission is to bring glory to Germany. There is no room for failure, no time for mistakes." Lily’s words seemed to dissolve into the air, delicate yet carrying a weight that settled on the shoulders of the recruits. She wasn’t merely laying down rules; she was forging the path to their survival. "From this moment forward, you are soldiers of the German Empire. You will learn to fight, endure, and obey without question. There will be no breaks, no rest, and no room for disrespect."