The desolate and impassioned spells echoed through the dim space, the rustling wind began to stir the tattered, blood-stained banners, as if the ghosts of the dead were wandering here, whispering softly in the wind.
The ceaseless sound of battle became distant and boundless, like eerie echoes transmitted across time and space.
The spell chants gradually grew solemn and deep,
"Silver and stone, contracts with the cornerstone,"
"The sighing wind is blocked by sturdy walls, forging the four gates steadfastly,"
"Released in the Holy Hall, descending upon the road to the Imperial,"
"Summoned here,"
"Your body rests under the Emperor's banner, our destinies entrusted to the Heroic Spirit Sword,"
"If willing to follow the calling of the Heroic Spirit, obey this will, conform to this principle, then heed the call and arrive!"
