Lyon drew a slow, resolute breath, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, locking onto his army. The echoes of Empyrean, the warriors of the past, stood vigilant above him, their translucent forms radiating a luminous defiance that could rival the stars. His enemies, stunned into silence, watched as history itself came to Lyon's aid.
"All-Father," Lyon's voice was firm, unwavering. He pointed his blade toward the towering seraph leader, "it ends here and now!"
