All the Knights halted.
At the moment the youth gripped the sword, a low voice seemed to echo through the Forest:
"Remember my name…"
"I am Edwin Cleworth."
"Founder of the Northern Territory, master of the Winter Country."
"…O people of the world, the silver banners pass through the long straits, Cold Ravens and Knights pause and gaze upon the Holy White city-states, yet even ancient tales must see their hour of Mo."
A chill Strength seemed to seep into the depths of his Soul; that whisper coiled about his mind, ceaselessly speaking to him, murmuring of bygone whispers. "This sword was born from blood, and shall Overlord all things… our honor and disgrace shall be as one, together we seal the Covenant…"
