On the hillside, Ogha planted his Greatbow in the ground, looking like an artillery emplacement.
Then he nocked a Great Arrow and aimed at the meteor falling from the sky. Purple arcs crackled around the arrow.
He released the string, and the Great Arrow shot upward against the falling meteor.
The Great Arrow struck the meteor. It did not shatter, but merely suffered some damage from the impact.
He was only a Redmane Knight, his strength nowhere near Radahn's or Zhao Si's.
Nor could he compare to the Ancient Dragon Fortissax.
Yet he was still willing to do his part for Caelid.
All because Radahn was the man he admired most.
Now, this had become the only thing he could do.
He would shoulder the responsibility of protecting Caelid as a tribute to Radahn.
Though his efforts achieved little, his conscience was clear.
He had done right by the kindness Radahn had shown him.
Recruiting him into the Redmane Army, teaching him Gravity Archery, promoting him to knighthood.
Each and every deed flashed through his mind.
He could not even sleep. Radahn's figure filled his thoughts.
"General, oh, General, how could you have died?"
Ogha would start awake from dreams at night, often wringing his hands and sighing.
He had not followed Radahn for particularly long, but those days had left a deep impression.
A warrior as imposing as a mountain and so hearty in manner always inspired admiration.
As someone who aspired to follow his example, Ogha naturally wanted to be like Radahn.
His abilities fell somewhat short, but his heart was in the right place.
He had not taken anyone from the Redmanes with him. Instead, he had left on his own.
He had become something of a wandering knight, dealing with bandits as well as meteorites.
After