Everyone could feel the solemnity of this moment.
Emperor Saint Baldo slowly rose from the throne and walked to the edge of the viewing platform.
Facing the statue of the Knight of the God of War and Sword at the end of the Cret Memorial Square, he slowly drew his Seross Spirit Sword and pointed its tip toward the sky.
At this moment, everyone in the square fixed their gaze and watched attentively.
They knew that a grand moment was about to arrive.
"Ancestors above, shelter your people."
"In the name of the divine, grant the blade its edge!"
Emperor Saint Baldo began to recite the ancient Seross prayer.
His voice was sonorous and solemn, each word brimming with reverence and supplication to the God of War and Sword. He prayed for the War Gods to protect the empire, to endow the Imperial Army with supreme courage and strength, guiding the empire toward an even more glorious future.
