This was a war of vengeance, coming again after a full century.
The withered bloodline of the Sacredragon; the wrongful Heroic Spirits wandering in agony through the Gloom; the descendants of races purged at the end of the Fifth Epoch for following the Sacredragon…
Too much hatred etched into the marrow of their bones.
Too many Avengers burdened with the grudges of their forebears.
They were waiting for the war horn that would be sounded at the break of dawn.
On the Celestial Horse Carriage.
Ellie Miller looked down from the carriage window at the ground below and let out a sigh. "Ah…"
Artor had been sitting by her side, absentmindedly handling the Order of Knights' military affairs. Hearing her, he looked over, took her hand and brushed a light kiss against her knuckles. "What is it?"
Ellie Miller shook her head. "I just didn't expect war to come again so suddenly."
The last time, Albert had wiped out Poncerre with the force of wind, fire, lightning, and thunder.
