"Kill!"
"For Forster's glory!"
Out in the Wilds, two ragtag armies shouted as they fought. Serving different lords, they had one ultimate goal: to kill the enemy. On the battlefield, the advantage naturally belonged to the stronger side.
"Forster!"
A knight raised his longsword and roared, his armor caked with blood.
He swung his sword to finish off the enemy lying before him. In that instant, however, he failed to notice the golden flames burning deep in the man's eyes, or the way his expression had shifted from pain to icy resolve.
"The burning flames come from the great Blazing Sun. Grant me exalted courage and the strength of the Colossus."
Boom!!!
Golden flames blazed around both fists. A surge of overwhelming strength sent the armored knight flying. Without giving him a chance to recover, the man leaped onto him, straddled his body, and hammered down with both hands.
Those nearby reacted and thrust their spears toward him, but others intercepted them, preventing them from accomplishing anything in the immediate moment.
"We must win this battle! We will carry the Barbary Lion's banner!"
Elsewhere on the battlefield, someone saw what had happened, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a bottle of golden potion. It had come from the priests of the Church of Light.
"May the light watch over us! May the Blazing Sun bless us!"
Boom!
It was no longer a passive trigger. These people from Nostria, warriors beneath the Lion Banner, used the Church of Light's methods to actively awaken the faith essence within them. In that instant, the battlefield's balance reversed. The sudden surge in their strength sent morale plummeting among the troops of Forster, one of the wandering nobles.
"Monsters! They're monsters!"
Even among people from the Empire, not everyone could accept such things. The soldiers