Inside the hall, a silence fell abruptly.
The flames in the fireplace flickered, as if leaping and burning in response to the proclamation.
People exchanged glances: it was both an infinite hope for the future and an uncontainable anxiety and gravity about unknown challenges.
Liya exhaled lightly as she stepped forward, embedding the Staff of Life into the ground and weaving a shield with a warm golden glow.
"We will no longer rely on distant illusions, but must lead the new era with our own wisdom and courage."
Cynthia withdrew her icy longsword, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, "The dark tide is on the verge of surging, but we will do everything possible to guard this dawn, allowing no evil to ravage the continent."
Hill held his sword upright, his silver armor reflecting the moonlight, each breath like a herald of the coming fierce storm.
"Let us use our steel will to sever the shackles of fate, using our blood and flesh to build the bulwarks of freedom!"
