And beside each of them stood a person—clad in a white robe, with long, silver-white hair and a face as youthful as a boy's.
The High Priest.
Beside every Warrior stood a High Priest.
The exact same face, the exact same smile, the exact same long, silver-white hair.
They stood quietly beside the sleeping Warriors, like Guardians and shepherds.
Leander subconsciously looked at the High Priest who stood before him.
"This is…"
The High Priest's voice was calm and gentle: "I appear before every person who resolves to sacrifice themselves for the world. Some choose to come with me, while others choose to remain on the battlefield. Those who came are all here."
"Then they… they why are they sleeping?"
The High Priest's smile was warm: "They are waiting. Waiting for the right moment."
Just as Leander was about to ask another question, his gaze was drawn to the scene in the center of the hall.
A massive projection hovered there.
