Within August City, the Thracians emitted despairing wails, fleeing in all directions, having never witnessed such a sight.
The soldiers of the Ashen Empire stood their ground, merely watching coldly without taking further action, while the devils wisely refrained from provoking these imperial people.
Tierna spread her feathers, soaring into the sky, raising the Judgement Sword high while releasing a blinding golden light, and shouted fiercely, "Devils, return to Hell! This is not the place for you!"
"Swish—"
She swung the longsword, unleashing dozens of sacred rays that fell upon the devils within the city, burning them into ashes amidst their wails.
At that moment, in Tierna's lightly golden eyes, the sun wheel slowly rotated, revealing an endless depth of sorrow, regret, and self-recrimination.
"Lord Aragon..."
In a moment of daze, a vague figure of Aragon the First, tall and majestic, enveloped in light, seemed to appear before Tierna.
