At that moment, she finally felt that Lord Marsha had not abandoned this kingdom. Like a mother gently watching over her children, witnessing them steadfastly uphold their noble honor and faith through generations.
The rain continued to fall.
Only seven Templars remained, their limbs cold. They did not know how to accept the reality before them, having lost their companions, even the Deputy Commander had died here in battle.
The most noble blood of the Cruz people silently flowed over this remote mountain land, whose name they did not even know.
Above the clouds.
Flames intermingled, the Black Tower Wizard's square tower shattered in a violent explosion, then plummeted into the mountains of Anlek.
The Southern Army's Flying Dragon Cavalry was organizing the final charge, under the rain, explosions converged in gatherings, under the golden lights and shadows, the kingdom's knights demonstrated their utmost courage.
The Taylor withdrew from battle.
