"Long live Julius!!!"
"Long live the Marshal!!"
"Long live Julius!!!"
"..."
Triumph City.
This was the place of departure where countless Velanders placed their spirits and faith, and also the heart of the giant that occupied two-thirds of the world.
At that moment, millions of voices echoed through the city spanning hundreds of square kilometers.
People stood in the streets, holding torches aloft and pouring every emotion into their unified cries.
That was the name of their leader.
It was also their faith!
In his name, they had fought across countless worlds and conquered tens of millions of square kilometers of land.
And now, they only hoped that he would awaken...
The Hall of Glory.
This was the tallest building in all of Triumph City, as well as the Marshal's residence and the garrison of the Imperial Guard.
Thousands of steps lifted a towering archway more than ten meters high from the ground, while a century of wind and rain had left the marks of time upon its magnificent marble reliefs.
A century ago, to commemorate the completion of Triumph City and the hard-won freedom it represented, the Velanders had leveled an entire marble mountain to build this grand wonder.
It was both a gift they had offered to Marshal Julius and a monument built to commemorate the opening of a great era.
At that moment, countless blazing sparks joined into endless rivers at its feet, like the pulse of a giant.
At the convergence of those sparks and gazes stood a tall man with blazing eyes, his back straight and his nose bridge not particularly high.
Yes.
He was not a Velander, just like that great man who had vanished a century ago.
Although neither of them was a Velander, the admirable qualities they possessed were likewise what the