Early morning of the next day.
Leon and the two Ines rode away from the town with only a few followers.
They found a desolate open field, where the commotion caused by the Sun Holy Sword wouldn't disturb anyone in this secluded place.
Leon dismounted and walked far away, spreading his hands.
He recited ancient words to summon the Holy Sword.
Suddenly, dust and stones rose into the air, trees and grass bowing like obedient servants.
Reflecting the sun wheel emerging from the eastern sky, amidst the intense vibration of the ground and air, the Sun Holy Sword manifested, gathering its sacred spectral light.
The rushing sand clattered down like a torrential downpour, the distant warhorses rearing and neighing, taking a long while to be calmed by Agatha and other knights.
Holding the sword horizontally, gazing at the blade's reflection, Leon recalled the unfamiliar name mentioned by Olivia during her visit yesterday.
