France, Paris, Notre-Dame Cathedral.
The saintess, kneeling with her hands clasped in devout prayer, seemed to sense something. She raised her head toward the stained-glass dome overhead, beyond which the sky had been dyed a sheet of gold.
Found him!
Joan of Arc immediately rose to her feet, crimson lotus-like flames flickering in her eyes. She seized the Sword of Saint Catherine from the rack, turned around, and drew it as she proclaimed. Three pairs of blazing crimson wings danced behind her, appearing and vanishing like a Seraph descending into the world to purge its filth.
"The Son of Man has revealed a holy sign, calling upon you to welcome him. Set forth—Lundenwic!"
"We shall obey the divine decree and enact God's will!"
Within the empty cathedral, the holy knight Roland and the handsome Astolfo, standing on either side, dropped to one knee in unison. They gazed at the three pairs of crimson wings behind Joan of Arc, flickering in and out of sight.
Behind them stood Tobin, the legendary mage second only to Merlin—the Archbishop;
Floresmate, lord of the Tower of the Forest and one of the greatest knights;
Bramante, the Knight of White Feathers and the sole woman among them;
Leonardo, wielder of the demonic sword Fosbeta, whose strength was only slightly inferior to Roland's—the "Barbarian"...
One by one, the renowned Twelve Champions of Charlemagne bent their knees and bowed their heads amid the clatter of armor and weapons, their eyes burning with fervor.
France was God's kingdom.
It had been, it was, and it always would be!
And under the leadership of this Vice-Monarch of Heaven, they would retrieve the Son of Man and restore authority to the Lord above.
Greece, Mount of the God of War.
Light converged upon the Temple of the Three Goddesses. Alarms