It can be said that all the essence of Trolian humanity has gathered here.
Bathed in the golden Holy Fire, is the hope of humanity.
This was absolutely impossible in the past; the immense pressure of battle made it impossible for them to gather together. Even the occasional assembly was often replaced by illusions. Having everyone present in person, as they are now, was near impossible.
The King descended from the Holy Fire and came before the throne.
In an instant, everyone clenched their right hand, placed it over their heart, and saluted in unison.
"May the Fire be with the King."
The King raised his right hand, clenched in a fist.
"The night will eventually fade, and dawn will surely come!"
"The night will eventually fade, and dawn will surely come!"
The uniform voice echoed in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, this sense of unity, this feeling of working shoulder to shoulder, this vibrant atmosphere, stirred something inexplicable in everyone's heart.
