For the battered Pagna warriors and the Crimson Crane who had been desperately fighting against Idore up until this point, staring death in the face, seeing Raze finally arrive brought an overwhelming, suffocating wave of relief.
Why? Because every single time they had seen him in the past, every time he arrived at the eleventh hour to save them all, he had succeeded. He had ruthlessly taken down whatever impossible enemy had stood in front of him. When the times were impossibly hard, when survival seemed like a mathematical impossibility, Raze had been their sword. That absolute, unwavering trust was exactly why they had blindly decided to jump through that dimensional portal into Alterian in the first place.
