"For the glory of our Lord!"
"For the glory of our Lord!!!"
The battle cry does not originate from the lungs, but from the deep tremor of the soul.
It tears through the ancient silence of the Mist Mountain Range like a giant stone thrown into the Dead Water Pool, stirring not ripples, but a turbulent wave.
Julia gazed at the legion surging with battle intent, turned around, and silently and seamlessly, a twin blade appeared in her hand, with energy patterns of icy blue and dark red intertwining along its blade.
Her slender yet upright figure stands before the army, appearing so frail compared to the torrent of steel and souls behind her, yet as unyielding as a reef.
She walks at the front of the formation, her steps steady and resolute.
After gathering the legion according to the Legion Commander's orders, after seeing those excited eyes, Julia understood.
She suddenly understood the Legion Commander's intention—this is not merely a war to kill the traitor.
