At the mention of the Lucient name, a wave of cheers erupted, echoing through the hall and filling every corner with fervor. Memories surged to the surface as they reminisced about the harrowing days of the Dark Age War.
Those bleak years when despair pressed against their hearts and survival itself seemed a fading dream. When the world was swallowed by eternal darkness and hope flickered like a dying ember, they clung to a single name: Lucient.
One voice recalled the King's unwavering courage. With only his Archknight and a handful of loyal men, he stood resolute before the black dragon, halting the Beast's advance to buy precious time for Harland's citizens to flee the doomed city.
Elsewhere, in foreign lands, leaders and ministers were the first to be escorted away, abandoning their people and soldiers to fend for themselves. But Harland remembered differently, unlike everyone, they could proudly say: Their King did not run.
