Deep into the night, beneath the steps of the Glory Court, the silent sparks of an illuminating fire spread quietly.
Yet that loyal voice echoed like a tidal wave in the hearts of everyone present.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was unsure how to convey Marshal Julius's final words to his children, nor how to adequately describe the shock in his heart with even more profound emotion.
After some contemplation, he finally chose to stand under those majestic gates and replay that recording with a louder voice.
The Weilante people are not just the Weilante people of Triumph City.
Rather than him telling them, it would be better for each of them to participate in accomplishing this great task.
Just as Julius mentioned in his last words, the winter that shrouded this wasteland is now past.
There is no longer any savagery on this planet that needs to be conquered by the legion.
