Astoria was like a certain historical figure in the way she rushed around the world.
Her joyous cries reached every end of the star.
"They have returned!"
She didn't need to say more than that.
Even the common soldiers knew that there was something they were waiting for, a path to victory.
And judging by the way their leaders' faces lit up, it was clear that moment had arrived.
From the western plains where Long Chen and Aishia stood over a pile of corpses, to where Rose and the girls were fighting fiercely against the most densely packed section of the wave, to the depths of the Golden Dragon Estate where Alexander was healing the unconscious Su Ren's broken body, her cries spread.
They looked into the sky in unison.
The light in their eyes burned the same regardless of location.
Hidden from everyone else's perception, Alexander smiled.
