'Go, young people, I ask you to rescue the King's son, as if you are saving the son of the Istani People.'
'Save all the people here today, or die on this land, and we shall lay our heads upon the blade, just as if in peaceful sleep.'
'The Istani People fought for honor in the past, and today is no different.'
Just as described in the old epics, like the great wars of the past.
The Knights moved in rows, lowering their spears, like flowing mercury, cascading from the tower ruins' gaps, and from the edge of Vision, straight down.
Over the dark sea of twisting creatures, the flags of the Istania People advanced slowly.
Everyone saw it.
"His Majesty has returned!"
No one knew who shouted first, but the successive cheers echoed through the skies.
"It's His Majesty who has returned!"
The distant voices reached the Inner Court.
