That man, he once personally handed the battle banner to this legion, personally crowned them with laurels, personally bestowed upon them honor. Yet today he stands on their opposing side, demanding their surrender.
Never!
Karen lifted his head, stubborn like a child, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick clouds, seeing that final moment.
"But children must grow up eventually, my father..."
"Perhaps this is our answer."
He clenched his teeth, tears already flowing, "Fellow members of the White Lion Legion, my brothers! The claws of the White Lion once shone upon the highlands, and we once held our ground for the kingdom," the young commander roared through the wind and rain, "But no matter when! No matter where! Have we ever forgotten the motto of the White Lion!"
"White Lion Legion, until death do we rest!"
