This voice pierced through the solemn silence, a heart-wrenching yet powerful shout burst from Hill's mouth:
"For His Majesty! For the fallen brothers! For no more fratricide!"
His voice burned like a winter flame in the most tender yet steely part of every listener's heart, a cry of despair, an indomitable call from the will of the deceased fused into the blood of the living.
"May this body, consume the Abyss!"
He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles whitened with the force yet unwavering, "Our blood will forge the Blade of Light!"
This sudden outcry erupted like a thunderclap tearing through dense clouds, causing the entire hall to boil instantly.
Silence was completely shattered, a vast righteous spirit surged like a tidal wave.
More knights began to slowly rise, their eyes heavy yet filled with resolve and solemnity.
