Good Thing We Have You / The Pure and Beautiful Great Tizbao

Castorice and Polyxena displayed the mighty power of [Death]. As a sovereign—and as Empress Caesar, who had begun the first Flame-Chase Journey—Cerydra would not be outdone.

This battle-hardened army was Cerydra's gift to Hua Yi.

Standing silently at her side, Hysilens waved the eagle banner. Horns blared throughout the army, while the Flame-Chase soldiers remained silent, their movements as precise as machines. In perfect unison, they all made the same motion—

They clenched their left fists and slammed them heavily against the heart position of their breastplates, producing a dull impact.

The army numbered far beyond a hundred, far beyond a thousand.

After a thousand years of Amphoreus's accumulation, with noble souls from across the world gathered at the End of the West Wind, even after Cerydra's careful selection, their numbers still reached several hundred thousand.

Spears struck the ground. Great shields crashed together.

This was the martial salute offered by the Flame-Chase Army to their Empress and Savior. Countless metallic clangs fell precisely into the same rhythm, becoming a majestic wave of sound made purely of strength and discipline, crashing outward in all directions.

Even the light of the twin moons trembled!

At the peak of the thunderous roar, Cerydra's raised right hand slowly closed into a fist in midair.

That simple gesture was an absolute command.

The next instant, every sound—whether the thunderous collisions or the ringing strikes against the ground—abruptly ceased.

It was cut off in an instant, replaced by absolute solemnity.

As though drawn by invisible threads, the hundreds of thousands of Flame-Chase Army soldiers all dropped to one knee in perfect unison.

Armor scraped together, producing another low, orderly rustle, like wind sweeping through an endless wheat field and bowing every stalk.

The army maintained its kneeling posture, spears standing like a forest, the fervent