Fear inflates whatever it looks at. The enemy at the gate seems vast because terror does the counting, tallying his soldiers and none of your own resources. A leader steadies his people by correcting the arithmetic, reminding them that what stands with them outweighs what stands against them.
The strength that matters is not merely numbers on a field. Whoever aligns himself with the good draws on something larger than his private nerve, an order that does not abandon those who serve it. Terror shrinks the soul to the size of the threat. Stand up straight, count honestly, and the giant at the wall turns out smaller than the power that backs the faithful.