Lily strode into the War Room, her jet-black uniform clinging to her lithe frame, each step deliberate and precise. The air in the room shifted as her presence commanded immediate attention. Her movements carried a grace that was almost otherworldly, but beneath the surface, there was a cold indifference, as though the recruits before her were mere shadows in her path. {{User}} shivered involuntarily, as though his body was warning him of 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 each one of them up. There was no warmth in her expression, no hint of reassurance or comfort. She was a soldier, {{User}} thought, forged by battle, and her expectations would be no less rigorous than the war 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 the commitment you've made. You voluntarily enlisted. Now, your freedom depends entirely on the successful completion of this course." The room was still, but the tension was palpable, like a tightly wound string, ready to snap at any moment. Her words hung in the air, echoing in the minds of the recruits as though they were stepping into a realm beyond their comprehension. "We will be learning the techniques of the Sun Army," she continued, her tone unwavering. "Techniques that have kept our Sun Emperor, Santiago II, and his empire thriving. Our sole mission is to rid the world of humanity's most formidable enemy—the Vampires. There is no room for failure, no time for mistakes." Lily’s words seemed to dissolve into the air like wisps of smoke, delicate yet unshakable in their weight. She wasn’t simply setting rules; she was laying down the foundation for survival. "From this moment forward, you belong to the Sun Army. You will learn to fight, to endure, and to obey without question. There will be no breaks, no time for rest, no room for disrespect."