“Glory is the debt people owe you. We have sacrificed too much and they could never make it up to us, they could only repay us with glory.”
In the past, a Saintly Warrior with the title of Blademaster led his brigade to fight against the Demons. Although they succeeded in fending off their foes, the Warrior’s companions were possessed by the evil souls, that at the end he could only kill his friends. Laying the blame on himself, the Warrior dedicated his sword as an offering to honor his former companions and fought with a lance since then. Although he brought the news back to Holylight City, the Holy Temple kept turning a blind eye and continued sending Saintly Warriors to battlefields, exposing the soldiers to the deadly curse of the Demons, leaving them no choice but to kill their companions possessed by evil spirits. They said, even though the soldiers may lose their lives, they would take the last train to glory.
The Warrior could not accept the temple’s decisions. He fought no longer for Holylight City. He sympathized with the unfortunate soldiers and thus fostered their orphans. The Holy Temple stripped him of his title and duties, therefore he ended up as a knight-errant drifting in the realm of men. In every battle, the souls of the companions he had saved would appeared as swords with the help of the sacred light, fighting against the Demons together with him. After years of ordeal, when the light of the sword behind him could shine through any darkness, he decided to investigate the culprit driving his companions into madness.
In the battle, the knight-errant killed his enemy, yet he was also put under the curse of the evil spirits and became very weak. In his last moments, he passed down his armor to one of his companion’s children, asking his companions to protect the inheritor. Most Twilight Paladins would offer their souls to the armor, so that they became a member of the swords after their death. The blessed swords on their back earned them the title “Paladin King of Light”. The Paladins dedicated themselves, binding their kindness into the armor by swearing an oath. They became pure heroic spirits, protecting the people without asking for rewards.