The hush of inevitability hangs over the rebel encampment. Untold doubt creeps into the minds of the men with each passing moment like an overwhelming plague. They gather together, preparing for what may very well be, their final march. But one by one they lift their heads. The ranks part, as she leads her mount through the sea of uncertainty. And though she whispers softly, her words provide resounding courage to all who listen. With all fear evaporated, they follow her in line as she passes, for they now understand that this march will not be their last, but instead, the infinite rise of her reign.