"Lord David!" His voice was deep and solemn, yet carried a fervent emotion like blazing fire, "The name of the Royal Knight Order may have become a silent echo!"
Before his voice faded, he looked up at the fragmented sunset in the distance, "But our soul shall never perish—"
He solemnly presented the sword and medal to his chest, "Our blade remains sharp!"
His eyes gleamed fiercely like the frost blade of winter, "Our will is forever engraved in our hearts; no matter when or where, regardless of how the winds and frosts torment, we shall follow your footsteps until dawn!"
The surrounding sorcerer-knights knelt down one by one, and all the while, a solemn, pure, and powerful spiritual wave surged from within them. Invisible magical patterns rapidly coursed from fingertips to their entire bodies, swirling in the chilling wind like a dazzling meteor shower.
