He stood amidst the endless brilliance, his figure seeming to rival the heavens, and his voice echoed across the land.
"If one day, anyone dares to encroach upon the lands of the Lotheren again, there will be no bonds of the Federation to rely on, and today's forgiveness won't compare. Then, no matter where you flee, even to the ends of the earth, I will make you pay an unbearable price!"
As his words fell, the vast domain that covered the battlefield, centered around the Saint King, withdrew like a tide.
After a brief dead silence, it was complete collapse.
Previously, the Anti-King Alliance Army, with an overwhelming momentum, swore to flatten Waldo. Now, they only wished they had been born with more legs!
They abandoned helmets and armor, discarded heavy equipment, and fled in panic like a frightened flock of sheep, trampling over each other, not daring to glance back at the royal city shrouded in the Saint King's radiance.
