The Cruzian people still had courage.
The Cruzian people had never lacked courage, either.
In that darkest of eras, who had been the first to stand up, lead the mortals, and raise the banner of rebellion against the Empire?
The Cruzian people.
What was the Path of Golden Flames?
It was an unyielding struggle—a struggle against oppression, against fate, and against life itself.
The Cruzian people had always looked down on the Inir People, because the Fanzan had once bowed and scraped before the Min'er People, serving as slaves for four hundred years. Of the four empires, only the Cruzian people had preserved that pride passed down from generation to generation, as though inherited through their blood.
Because the Cruzian people never bowed their heads.
The light cavalry found their backbone again at a single word from Veronica. They raised their heads, puffed out their chests, and drew their sabers. Blade after blade gleamed like snow.
As if infected by the light cavalry, the noble coalition that had looked utterly wretched on the hill somehow straightened their legs again. Their crooked ranks also became orderly.
The clamoring voices in the crowd died down.
Veronica closed her mouth and said no more. She was the commander of the Azure Legion, the Cruzian people's Blue Sword Saint. She had witnessed countless wars, flashes of blades, and life-and-death struggles. She had long since grown indifferent to them.
"Teacher?"
"Go." The female Legion Commander nodded. "Don't look back. Save as many as you can. Take the Empire's hope with you—as long as even one Cruzian remains alive."
Xiao Peiluo nodded firmly. He turned and walked two steps toward the hill where the light cavalry legion stood, then stopped and looked back. He revealed his snow-white teeth in a bright smile.
His azure eyes seemed