Their fighting spirit was high, yet the ongoing fierce battle revealed traces of fatigue.
But Sofia tightly grasped the sword hilt, and those deep eyes, gazing at the distant outlines of future destiny, still sparkled with endless determination:
"For order, for life, we will never retreat!"
Liya sat cross-legged beside the altar, the Holy Seal on her forehead shining ever brighter, stabilizing the mental barrier with the Holy Song, guiding the surrounding guards to maintain mental clarity with her powerful life rhythm.
Occasionally, light green ripples would spray from her fingertips, forming a stark contrast to the violent external chaos. She was like an oasis in the abyss, the last spiritual pillar and source of hope for everyone.
"Faith will not collapse; we are the hope of all living beings." Though her voice was gentle, it pierced through the noisy waves of information, reaching deep into the heart of each soul.
