"Warriors, I bestow upon you the last glory of Fedou!"
"In the name of the twilight of Koamod, I trade my echoes for your hope!"
"Gift to you the gentle breeze of Beaulieu Meditation, fight for the future."
Shattered forces of kings descended like a shower of blossoming stars upon the Defenders and Specter Hunters.
The lingering power of human kings of yore, the remnants of their royal authority, augmented the army of the twofold kings, a formidable royal legion.
Blood churned, and battle fervor soared. Defender Knights roared in fury as they faced the apocalypse before them.
Flames, as if plummeting from heaven, brought an annihilating heat that heralded meteorites, delivering an unmatched impact that sealed their path ahead.
Though their faces were already veiled behind layers of stony skin, they could still feel the heat as the air ignited and blurred, forming an inescapable deathtrap, a veritable hell, before the Defender Knights.
