Under a clear sky stretching for miles, squads of knights led their horses along a rugged mountain path. They wore uniform white light armor, and the breastplates bore the distinctive emblem of the Church of Light. Clearly, they were Radiant Knights.
The Radiant Knights had once been the most revered knights in the human world, crowned with countless honors and halos. Yet now they were like homeless dogs, every one of them utterly dispirited and devoid of fighting spirit.
Since its founding, the Church of Light had endured countless setbacks and calamities, yet it had always stood unshaken. But in the Battle of the White Cliffs, from the angels above to the Pope and clergy below, all had died in martyrdom. It was as though the entire core of the Church had been destroyed. Like a person whose soul had been shattered—even if skin, blood, bones, and flesh remained, they would be nothing more than a walking corpse.
Having lost that "soul," the Radiant Knights' "radiance" was gone as well.
The knight captain at the front wiped the sweat from his face and shouted, "Hurry! Once we cross this mountain, we'll see the harbor! Prince Pargles has ships prepared for us there!"
"Prince Pargles has spent a fortune reserving a time slot for the teleportation gate, but we have no time to spare. Within three days, all the teleportation gates in the eastern kingdoms will fail. If you want to live, keep up!"
Those words made the knights quicken their pace—teleportation gates could take them directly to the western continent. Once they failed, sea travel would be their only option. Given the current situation, the White Sea had been sealed off layer upon layer by the human allied forces of the western continent. Forget whether they could find a ship;