Under the blood-soaked night, shrouded in the smoke and flames of war, the vanguard was the brave Imperial Guard Legion of the King of Valor, Saul.
The battle flag of the Roaring Lion King was fluttering loudly with the army. These elite puppet soldiers in golden armor, dual-wielding wide-blade swords, formed by the belief in battle, were almost no different from those in the past. Their orderly military formation shook the earth like an arrow leaving the bowstring, cutting straight towards the undefended flank of the enemy.
"Raise your shields, defend... uh!"
Before the command of a nearby Grim Kingdom commander was finished, a dazzling Thunder Strike split the night sky, blasting him and a dozen surrounding infantrymen off their feet.
"The young Holy Lion Prince is indeed extraordinary, so I, this old guy, can't fall behind."
