In fact, the protected Sixth Division was no exception. Just until a moment ago, they were making the same expression.
Then, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the procession.
Golden hair, radiant wings, and a white cloak fluttering behind him. He was none other than Reinhardt Arcknight, the Divine Paladin. On his arms, he carefully held an unconscious Leona.
For a brief moment, silence engulfed the place. Then, it was unknown who shouted it first, but everyone roared in delight.
"The Sixth Division is alright!"
Cheers erupted like thunder. The despair that had weighed upon everyone's hearts vanished in an instant.
Seraphina looked at the man walking down the golden road and released a long breath she did not know she had been holding.
A small smile appeared on her face. She really felt like an idiot, worrying about them for nothing.
.
