Liya silently chanted, the rhythm of noble life converging into a Holy Shield Light covering each warrior, their eyes burning with sparks of hope:
"For the future, for freedom, we shall return victorious!"
As time passed, the purple fissure on the "Wall of Sighs" was gradually enveloped by sealing magic and elemental seals, but its interior still faintly leaked chaotic aftershocks, an invisible threat not yet truly eliminated.
Like a slumbering Demon lurking, waiting to awaken again and unleash a greater storm...
The dimensional barrier known as the "Wall of Sighs," after the previous fierce impact, showed signs of fatigue, the purple fissure slowly writhing like a Demon's wound, spreading and devouring the boundary that should have been unbreakably firm between the decrees and runes.
The Guards stood on the various outposts along the border, their battle armor gleaming bright, yet their faces were frozen with undisguised fear and unease.
