The desert stretched endlessly beneath the blazing sun, its golden waves now broken by the thunder of footsteps. From every direction, streams of students converged on Luca's location—dust clouds rising behind them like banners of war. At the very front, a golden-haired boy marched with unwavering resolve, Excalibur gleaming in his hand as if it carried the light of hope itself.
Eric's booming laughter rang out, unable to be contained.
"Woahhhhh! Now that's a scene to remember, isn't it?!"
Selena's cold eyes softened, her lips parting slightly as she let out a quiet breath. The Saintess pressed her hands together with shining reverence, her face glowing with pride. Even Big Bull, usually too blunt for words, had eyes glistening like molten steel.
