March on Alexandria

"Saint Lothar be praised!"

"Blessed with strength, mercy, and holiness, may Our King Lothar be favored by Heaven, ever victorious, bathed in glory!"

Having witnessed a divine battle with their own eyes, then watched the Grand Marshal, who had already fallen, return to life, no one knew who began it, but poorly dressed warrior monks, local priests, and even Bishops all began chanting praises for this miracle.

Many Crusaders once more began calling out the honorific they had used before: "Crusader King."

Perhaps Lothar had not truly been crowned king, but with "Crusader King" placed before his name as a title, even the two actual kings present showed neither surprise nor displeasure. He deserved it.

So long as he did not openly claim the title of Son of God, leaving them a little room to maneuver.

This sight left an equally profound impression on the Saracens.

If that golden giant god, defeated and destroyed by a heathen demon god, truly was the Sacred Fire they worshipped—the omniscient and omnipotent God of Light—then why had he fallen to a heathen demon god?

And if he was not a god, then why had their god not appeared at the critical moment, instead allowing a "False God" to save them?

They could not make sense of it. They simply could not!

"Perhaps God does not exist at all."

"Or perhaps He simply does not care about us. We have been abandoned by God."

Some devout believers sat dumbly on the ground, allowing their fleeing companions to trample them underfoot. Other Zoroastrians simply went to the roadside, raised their weapons with trembling hands, and swiftly ended their own lives.

In the doctrines of Zoroastrianism, suicide was a grave sin that condemned one to the fire prison, forever beyond redemption.

For a person's life and