"We've won! We're going to win!"
"Lord Raylo is magnificent!"
An earth-shattering cheer erupted from the Allied Army's position.
The soldiers' faces were flushed with excitement as they brandished their weapons with all their might.
The stifling frustration from being suppressed by the Angel Armament was swept away, replaced by unparalleled exhilaration and ecstasy.
In stark contrast, the Fiery Sun Kingdom's side was deathly silent.
The fanaticism and confidence on the soldiers' faces vanished, leaving only shock and disbelief.
They couldn't understand why an "Angel" of the Holy See was being suppressed to such an extent by an unknown young Knight.
In the sky, Number Thirty-Five, forced into a desperate situation, suddenly froze.
He no longer parried or dodged, not even as Wind Blades slashed across his cheeks, leaving bloody trails.
A crazed, scorching golden Flame ignited in his hollow eyes.
