Amidst the storm, a golden pillar of light pierced the heavens and earth, as if a voice was imposed upon everyone. It said:
Your Majesty, Erune is not yet perished.
And one day, it will continue to exist forever.
That banner will also always flutter on this radiant land, gloriously and eternally.
That is the voice of the Sword...
Frey watched with wide eyes as the longsword in her hand blazed fiercely, burning brightly, then another pillar of light pierced the heavens — in the command center of the White Lion Legion, Guard Commander Foster also watched with wide eyes as the Battle Banner left by the Former King Ai Ke ignited in a fierce flame, but within an instant, dazzling light arose from the battle flag.
It transformed into a golden beam that shot into the sky, but vanished into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
Leaving Foster thunderstruck. The battle flag passed down through centuries by the White Lion Legion burned into ashes under his watchful eye.
