The center of the camp.
The enormous White Lion battle flag is emitting an incredibly dazzling light, standing firm amidst the wind and rain, as if the white lion on the flag has come to life at this moment, baring its teeth and flashing its claws.
"Radiant Banner..." Foster suddenly froze.
It seems he understood something and, in a daze, looked towards the west.
Knight Commander Karen of the White Lion Legion's fourth division was also gazing in the same direction. Amidst the wind and rain, a mysterious army he had never seen before was slowly emerging through the rain curtain before him.
There seemed to be singing amidst the rain.
'I stand before this sword and take an oath—'
'I vow to lead my people—lead them away from slaughter and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles.'
