Late at night, beneath the steps of the Hall of Glory, the sparks of prairie fire lay in silent stillness.
Yet that loyal voice echoed in everyone's hearts like towering waves.
Battlefield Atmosphere Team did not know how to relay Marshal Julius's final words to his children, nor did he know how to describe the shock in his heart with greater passion.
After some thought, he ultimately chose to stand beneath those grand doors and replay the recording in a louder voice.
The Velanders were not merely the Velanders of Triumph City.
Rather than having him tell them, it would be better to let every one of them accomplish this great undertaking together.
Just as Julius had said in his final words, the winter shrouding this wasteland had passed.
There was no longer any barbarism on this planet that needed the Legion to conquer.
And the monster hand-fed by the Velanders was now gnawing at Velander flesh, becoming an accomplice to the raiders, even turning into raiders itself.
It was time to enter a new era.
Facing the countless gazes that had shrunk into densely packed black dots, Battlefield Atmosphere Team gradually realized his mission.
He cleared his throat and, in a clear, resounding voice, continued after the recording ended.
"I met Marshal Julius and found these words he left behind in this suit of power armor."
"So it turned out that, long, long ago, our esteemed Marshal had already envisioned such a day... when our Legion expanded to its limits, when there were no longer any opponents in this world we could easily conquer, this out-of-control beast would surely turn around and try to devour us all."
"Thus, he put a rein called loyalty around this beast's neck."
"When one day in the future, ambitious men high above us