Chapter 204: Death of a Hero
It might sound absurd for a single person to determine the fate of a nation. But Winston Light, the Silvermoon Knight, was worthy of such an honor.
Everyone knew that Winston Light was the strongest paladin, without exception.
Even Arthur Lyon, the empire's founding emperor, likely could not match him if the historical records were to be believed.
Yet unlike many prodigies, Winston Light only became a legendary warrior at the age of seventy-eight.
Compared to those paladins who reached the legendary realm in their forties or fifties, his talent seemed far more ordinary, and his earlier battle records were hardly remarkable.
But from the moment he ascended, Winston Light had elevated the very meaning of "legend" to almost unbelievable heights.
He once slew a lich, together with its phylactery, in a single strike. That feat alone shocked the whole of the Lyon Empire. The emperor personally granted him the title Silvermoon Knight, an honorary title that stood above all noble ranks.
The holy light he wielded appeared plain and unremarkable, yet its purity surpassed that of anyone else's. It was almost like a miracle cast by a god.
His Sacred Slash had long since evolved beyond its original form into something incomprehensibly powerful.