Before this.
Thanks to those Novice Knights who had swaggered around Fog Town, along with all the battle reports on the forums.
The vast majority of players and Cloud Gamers had harbored intense hostility toward Winterhold as a faction.
In their minds, Winterhold was nothing but a bunch of villains who thought themselves above everyone else but were actually selfish and arrogant.
Yet the release of this video showed everyone a different kind of Winterhold Knight.
"Holy shit... I take back everything I said about Winterhold. This white-haired knight is tough as fucking nails!"
"It's over. I'm officially a Kairils fan! This is what I imagined the Righteous Gods Followers should be like!"
"Not everyone in Winterhold is bad! This poor guy got screwed over by us players, then by his own people!"
"Good night, Knight Viel, and all the other knights of Winterhold!"
"Those Novice Knights from before: 'There's no such thing as a knight like that in Winterhold!'"
As the video continued, it finally reached the moment that thrilled Ma Lou the most!
Out in the Wilderness, Kairils stood alone, holding a Knight's Longsword he had picked up from a fallen comrade's body, facing the dozen or so remaining Cultists!
The footage slowed at that moment.
Behind Kairils lay all his comrades who had already fallen in battle.
His bloodstained silver-white armor stood out starkly against the muted colors, like a monument that would never fall.
There was no dialogue.
Only the howling wind and Kairils's heavy but steady breathing.
The Cultists opposite him looked vicious, their Bone Blades gleaming with a sickening bloody light in the dim yellow glow.
At that critical moment, the chaotic clatter of hooves returned!
A figure dressed in refugee clothes tumbled clumsily along the ground amid the chaos, then hauled the