"Williams! The reckoning forty years later—"
"Today, I shall seek repayment for those people of that day!"
The young man's voice echoed across the battlefield, and beyond his voice, there was dead silence. He stood atop the mountain forest, facing everyone, as if an entire world lay before him.
The army of the Flame Temple remained.
But that moment was destined to be eternally etched into everyone's memory, as time flew by and years passed, be they enemies or allies, one day they would repeatedly recall everything that happened at that instant.
It was a door of memory being opened, behind which time flowed like a river. Though silent, it possessed an insight that pierced the soul—the veterans present at last remembered that centuries ago, their ancestors had once triumphantly defeated the same enemy.
