Sorrowful Wind Pocket World.
Across the vast battlefield of the Pocket World, shrouded in war and gloom, smoke filled the air, and the cries of battle were deafening.
Holy Knight Oriel stood like a towering beacon amid the battlefield, rooted at the center of the chaos and darkness.
His figure was enveloped in brilliant, sacred Dawn Holy Light. Gentle yet powerful, it seemed like the light of divine judgment, driving away the darkness and evil around him.
Oriel gripped a longsword radiating a sacred aura, its blade flowing with the golden brilliance of dawn.
Each swing of the sword drew a dazzling arc of light, like a meteor tearing through the night sky, carrying unstoppable force.
Oriel's gaze was firm and resolute, and he showed not the slightest mercy as he struck at the Heretic Believers before him.
As the finest of the younger generation at Dawn Cathedral in Can Guang City, he had always followed Archbishop Holy Light Maurice, receiving guidance from the legendary priest.
Under Maurice's guidance, the still-immature Oriel had grown step by step.
Soon, after breaking through to Gold-level, he became the deputy commander of Can Guang City's Holy Knight Order.
In this raid on the Pocket World controlled by followers of the God of Decay, the Dawn Church formed the Church of the Gods' main force.
Oriel looked at the seemingly powerful Heretic Believers before him and their bizarre methods, yet his heart remained completely calm.
Having once met Li Si, Oriel had quickly come to admire him.
He still remembered the first time he met Li Si, when Li Si had only been a Silver-level mage.
Aside from looking like an aristocratic mage, Oriel had not been particularly impressed.
He had not understood why Lord Morris later valued him so highly.
Even so, Oriel