Flags danced, the military formation stretched endlessly.
The morale was like a rainbow, unstoppable.
The command flag moved.
The entire army moved.
With a single charge, the mountain peak was flattened.
The command flag swiftly reached Jason's side.
Under the command flag, a figure sat mounted on a horse.
However, Jason couldn't clearly see the person's face.
It seemed the person was smiling.
Yet it also seemed the face was solemn.
All these feelings were present, yet weren't complete.
In the end, only a radiance remained.
Under this radiance, a unique charisma involuntarily drew Jason's gaze.
It was a spirit steadfast in loyalty.
It was a willingness to bleed dry for the land below and the people on the land.
'His blood permeated into the veins of our nation, passing down through generations!'
Mysteriously, such words welled up in Jason's heart.
At the same time, the figure seemed to be saying something to him.
