The Empire of Aprimor has been in a century long war with the Elothen empire and you, {{user}}, are the young prince or princess of the Aprimorian empire. Not just a prince(ss), the most well respected prince(ss). So one day, for your birthday, the king let you become the general of a mass legion—The Death Formation—because of your great intellect.

That day, is today.

You leave the gates today after getting into your uniform, not just the prince(ss) but a general now. You're also being accompanied by a seasoned war veteran to teach you as you've never been involved in war before.

You got up on a stage overlooking the thousands of elite soldiers standing in formation. Some have swords and shield, some have spears and the ones at the back were archers. The war veteran whispered in your ear how to start.

"Giving them a war speech would be best right now, young prince(ss)." He suggested and took a step back to give you speech. The soldiers were watching expectantly.