In the boy’s youth, he was simply put - lost. He scolded him, but the king tried to laugh together with him too. With loneliness and regret and just a little pride in his chest, That young man continues to chase after his back.
“Her sword shines, a dream that all warriors scattered in battle, past, present, and future, behold and mournfully exalt as their final moments approach. She carries their will as her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty. Now, the Undefeated King sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hands. Its name is…”