Feixiao:
Foxian funeral. To grant rest to General Yueyu's spirit.
Look, it's that (meteoric) radiance again…
Let's compare, then. Can this arrow outpace a shooting star?

Once, we^[1] died as little more than food and lived as slaves for war.
But when I saw that light, it told me as long as you look toward the distance, as long as you go a little faster.
As long… as you keep going forward.
You'll find… the arrowhead of The Hunt.

I've raised my hands.
I am groveling prey no more.
I will decide their fates.

Masculine Soldier:
The Cloud Knights right with valor, and the Verdantia proclaim glory.
To break the borisin and quell the plaguebearers.
One broke the battle lines alone, and claimed reign over distance of leagues beyond leagues.
The Merlin's Claw descends…
The mountains tremble, but the Yaoqing is unshakable.

Feixiao:
Should even one abomination still remain, then the heaven and earth remain enchained!
As the Skybow shatters stars and severs storms, I… become THEIR arrow!

The remnants of the abominations linger…
The bloodletting is ceaseless…
And when I take the vanguard… Ahead, a “grand victory” looms!

Not enough… Still not enough…
Face this “terror” head-on. Only “The Hunt” endures beyond death.

Oh, Reignbow!
Even if there comes a day… When the “terror”^[2] devours me whole,
This arrow will still… pierce my heart before all else befalls.