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"....."
King Aiko walked forward with deliberate steadiness, or at least, he forced himself to.
The entire grand procession moved forward at a slow, steady pace, yet his every fiber was tense.
While others were captivated by the paradise-like beauty surrounding them, marveling at the legendary battles unfolding in the heavens and the dazzling, ethereal auroras, his entire focus remained locked onto the golden army standing in flawless formation on both sides of the grand pathway.
Everywhere he looked, there were glittering ranks of warriors, each clad in pristine golden armor, their weapons gleaming under the unnatural brilliance of the sky.
It was oppressive.
After merely two minutes of walking, King Aiko had already realized something chilling—
