Out of Print

Perhaps I should take back some of my previous opinions...

Platinum narrowed her eyes slightly. Perhaps the light from earlier had been too dazzling, because she still had not fully recovered from it.

Platinum had always believed that Kazimierz's modern knights were either fools who had trained so much their brains had turned to muscle, or clowns obsessed with billboard fireworks shows.

Yet the light Bai Ye had summoned shattered many of her preconceived notions about arena knights.

Some things, even if they had been forgotten or deliberately concealed, would one day be awakened by someone.

He would light up all of Kazimierz...

Thanks to the deliberate promotion by the Commercial Union and the Knights' Association, the audience for this match even surpassed that of some past Major finals.

Hundreds of thousands across Kazimierz watched this selection match through various channels.

There were quite a few viewers who shared Platinum's thoughts.

As for the older viewers, when they saw that light, they recalled an even older story.

The story took place beyond the shores of Linhe Lake, in a garrison land formed by fortresses and walls.

Whenever night fell, torches stretched into a sea of fire. The armor of Combat Knights gleamed beneath the moonlight, while the blades of silver lances pointed toward enemies stirring in the darkness.

Those merciless invaders—the Leithanians who blotted out the moonlight and turned the sky dark, the terrifying armies of Ursus—had crushed over the walls.

Several city-states were humiliatingly dragged to Ursus's borders. The defensive line retreated again and again, and "Silver Lances" became a joke those warmongers used to mock the knights.

Until the outskirts of the last city-state with nowhere left to retreat, until the final defensive line upon that barren land—at Kazimierz's final position, a golden-haired Old Pegasus appeared.

At dawn,