Kallen brought the regiment commanders to the outskirts of the 1st Knight Order's garrison. Unlike his previous visits, the sky here had turned gloomy and oppressively heavy.
This was because of the preliminary stirring. Though they had yet to formally awaken, as preparations progressed, the will that had been gathering throughout the entire Epoch finally raised its head.
The accompanying regiment commanders had been forcibly subdued by Kallen's countermeasures, but whatever resentment, anger, and dissatisfaction they had harbored earlier finally subsided at this moment.
They had wanted to seize the first turn on the battlefield, but now that they were actually here, who dared compete with the predecessors sleeping here? Who... was even qualified?
The inscription above the Great Canyon at the garrison entrance began radiating light, as though someone had retraced it, making it brighter and more vivid.
Because it was a Spiritual Imprint, every viewer saw it rendered in the script most familiar to them:
"I volunteer to sleep here, to fulfill my oath and become Order's last line of defense."
In Kallen's eyes, the strokes were bold and powerful.
Ever since Alfred had seen this Stone Stele, he had made a copybook upon returning and practiced copying it in his spare time.
So there were reasons why Kongpacini had passed his inheritance to him, why Old Hoffen had taken him as a student, and why even Tyranus appreciated him. He had merely learned Chinese from Kallen, yet from that, he had grasped the art of calligraphy.
Such comprehension could already be described as terrifying.
At this point, Daan could not help approaching Kallen's side. He seemed to be repeating the words, yet also offering a final reminder: "The last line of defense."
Kallen glanced at him and replied:
"Could it be that you, all of you, the