At this moment, they proudly puffed out their chests, as if they had returned to the prosperous era of more than a decade ago, when that vast empire still dominated the continent, and they remained the most honored and confident citizens of all Fianso.
Some even began to sing an old, long-passed song—saying even the Devils of Hell dared not provoke the Fadlan People.
After years of war and strife, the imperial era of Fadlan had been beautified time and again, becoming the "Utopia" in their minds and their spiritual pillar.
For these Aisier Winged Cavalry, reminiscing past glory and chasing the light of Fadlan was always the best catalyst, keeping their morale high and willingness to give their lives.
For some reason, the ground shook even more violently, and this was clearly not caused by horse hooves—but the Winged Cavalry, engulfed in fervent atmosphere, did not realize this.
