"You have indeed succeeded, and I believe it won't be long before we have our eighth Fire Son."
The King's smile became more pronounced.
"Not only that, in the near future, we will also have the ninth, tenth, and countless Fire Sons."
The King spread his arms wide, flames surged vigorously on his body.
The Holy Fire sensed the King's consciousness, erupting like a giant pillar of flame, scattering countless sparks, dancing throughout the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground like a brilliant galaxy.
"We shall recreate the glory of the past, surpassing the strongest era of Trolian four hundred to six hundred years ago!"
The King raised his right hand high and shouted.
"Long live Trolian, may humanity endure forever!"
Amidst the countless flying sparks, beneath this magnificent scene, everyone raised their right hand and shouted in unison.
"Long live Trolian, may humanity endure forever!"
"The night will eventually fade, dawn is sure to come!"
"We shall see the light!"
