"Present!"
The young people responded loudly with acceptance, having been tempered by the trials of the Black Forest, the storm ahead seemed insignificant. Instead, the strength of the enemy stirred an unyielding spirit within them; in youth, there was no room for compromise, no one cared whether this battle was right or wrong.
What mattered was the battle itself.
This day would be written into the long scroll of history—
"The Royalists have set out."
Almost at the same time Brand received the news, the same message was sent to the Holy Temple. The messenger monk soldiers were seen off, and the Molosi Chief Priest, his expression dark, turned around, with the Marquis Youxi and Baron Buckland quickly bowing their heads respectfully in the shadows.
"History is rewritten here," Molosi answered quietly.
"Order the White Lion Legion to enter the city—"
