As the last traces of the divine sword's energy dissipate, a faint, ethereal glow lingers in the air. Slowly, the silhouette of the ancient cultivator, the founder of their kingdom, begins to fade. His form, regal and towering, stands tall amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his eyes gazing upon Grim and the others with a solemn, timeless wisdom.
Grim, despite his exhaustion, immediately forces himself to stand. His legs tremble beneath him, but his posture is straight as he bows deeply. "Founder," he says, his voice rough but filled with reverence, "thank you for your guidance and strength."
Lu Tian, following Grim's lead, bows alongside him, his face full of respect. "Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, Founder," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, but charged with devotion.