The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed completely. This was more than a physical, visual impression; all the frightened Ilkhan people felt the gloom in their hearts lift as well.
This feeling came from the waning power of the Otherworld. The Raven Queen had reined in her power.
The battle in the city had ended. The three surviving Holy Knights laid their two companions' bodies together and gathered around them to pray.
After calling out toward the Ilkhan Royal Palace, Mulan jumped down from Silias's back and approached the Holy Knights in the ruins. He stood beside them, clasped his hands with utmost devotion, and quietly recited a prayer.
Mulan's powerful resonance enveloped his prayer in an aura of holy light. Although he had learned it from the Holy Knights, the sense of holiness he radiated surpassed theirs, drawing involuntary glances from them.
When the prayer ended, specks of lingering light remained over the two bodies for a long time.
Mulan opened his eyes and looked at the Holy Knights beside him, who had also finished praying, then thanked them sincerely.
"Thank you for helping me defeat the Shadow Demon Gao'er-or rather, Gaormos, the former traitor to the Empire. His power grew far faster than I imagined. If we hadn't eliminated him this time, he would certainly have become a scourge."
The Holy Knights thought that Mulan Jonester's growth had also far exceeded anyone's expectations, but they could hardly say that aloud.
"The power of light will always triumph over darkness. It has been so since ancient times!"
Mulan smiled.
"Yes, light will always prevail. It has been so since ancient times!"
"Everyone, let me offer you a warning: the Ilkhan people cannot be trusted. Their upper ranks are riddled with corruption. When I first arrived, a traitor among