In an instant, the tide of war changed. The soldiers gained confidence as they clashed against their enemies, aided by the appearance of the gigantic sacred firebird. It seemed to be assisting them, and with the white specks of light fluttering around them, the soldiers' fear slowly melted away, as if washed in a bright and holy light akin to a miracle from God.

Even the elderly man, who had once struggled, now displayed tremendous strength and power as if he had been training for a long time.

"Graaaaa! You bastards! Even if I die here, I'll make sure to take you down with me, damn bastards!" The old man roared, hurling his halberd at an enemy and grabbing a dark wolf's snout with his bare hands. He twisted the wolf's jaw apart and swung its massive body around like a blunt weapon. His overwhelming display of physical strength and muscles defied his age. This was made possible by the hundreds of pure white magic circles floating in the sky above them.

"Ha! Ha!" A young boy, who had become a mercenary at a tender age and trained his swordsmanship to compensate for his weakness, moved with shocking momentum...