บท 107: Where the King's Blade Tip Points

Above an endless expanse of desolate plains was uncountable people in genuflexion. Their bodies were covered in a golden aura but their faces were fuzzy. Their heads were lowered as though they were subjects bowing in respect.They resembled golden wheat fields that covered the lands.

In the middle of this golden wheat field stood a black-haired youth. The youth wore a golden crown and was in a black and white robe. A simple move of his gave a majestic feel to him.

"Thou shalt vow to be This King's swords forever!"

The youth said softly, but it appeared as deafening as thunder.

"Yes, my Lord!"

The golden subjects responded in unison. The resulting sound boomed as it thundered throughout the world.

"Born to be the sword!"

"Body as metal, blood as fire!"