"Little brother, I think you made them jealous," Heila teased as she watched a golden glow rising from behind the walls of Hanrahan town. "Listen to how many of them are singing just to light up the night like you did."
"It's still not my own effort," Hauke said with a horn that was tinged lavender with embarrassment. "Without the sword…"
"The sword is just a tool, no different from my Severing Blade or Snow Fang," Heila interrupted before the young Frost Walker could diminish his accomplishment. "We're standing in a field of snow that represents your effort, under a sky lit by your effort," she reminded him. "Without you, everything we are about to do would be harder and more people would die. So don't pretend that it was the sword that did all this. You did it, and we all thank you for it."
