This foretells the action entering a decisive phase, and the enemies lurking in the shadows are as inseparable as a shadow, leaving no room for error.
David slowly closed his eyes, memories of fighting bloody battles repeatedly and struggling in despair emerged, yet he never gave up hope and responsibility.
He softly recited his oath, "With bloodline as shield, with will as blade, I shall carry this ancient vow, ensuring order never extinguishes!"
Instantly, as Hilvia's spell reached its climax, a dazzling silver-white energy beam shot out from his palm into the air, converging with the center of the array into a pure flame.
This flame is neither bright gold nor deep blue but is born from the essence of both, a newly ordained spark of command, blooming with resplendent brilliance in space, like a fallen star re-illuminating the night sky, instantly dispelling and purifying all surrounding gloom.
Simultaneously,
