Rage and despair at being deceived were written all over their faces. At this moment, their hearts were filled with the pain of having betrayed their Kingdom and their oaths.
Some of the Knights glanced guiltily at their former comrades in the retreating Arevalo Clan, their expressions complex.
Finally, their gazes turned resolute.
A middle-aged Knight abruptly drew his notched Knight's Sword and roared hoarsely at the sky, "For glory! We fight to the death! No retreat!!"
"Fight to the death! No retreat!"
"We'll fight them to the bitter end!"
"Cadus above, please forgive my sins!"
The surviving Knights shouted in unison, their voices filled with grim resolve. They turned their horses, tightened their grip on their weapons, and without a moment's hesitation, began their final charge toward the Abyssal Rift that was continuously spewing forth Demons.
