"Tell us what's next!" a man added, his voice trembling, waiting for response.
Vardy swallowed hard. He wasn't ready for this. He hadn't come here to give a speech. He hadn't come here to be a leader.
But here he was, surrounded by the very people he was fighting for. Their hope, their belief in him, it was overwhelming.
"I will fight," he said, his voice gaining strength as he spoke. "I will fight for every single one of you, for every person who has suffered under the Altanas. But this fight isn't just mine. It's ours. We all have a part to play in this revolution. We will rise together, and we will take back what is ours."
The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the market square. The applause was deafening, and Vardy could feel their expectations settle on his shoulders.
He had just made a promise, a promise that he wasn't sure he could keep. But as the crowd continued to chant his name, Vardy realized that he no longer had a choice.
