– Snow Lionheart's pov –
It had been a long time…
Since I last felt like this.
Those golden symbols—whose meaning I never truly understood—had grown stronger ever since I obtained Vermithor.
As if it had been the key that unlocked a new realm of power.
Everything was connected.
The War King's Form burned through my aura at a terrifying pace, allowing me to wield levels of power I was never meant to reach.
And that was what let me face the furious statue head-on.
Locked in a vicious clash with that entity, the two of us spun in a whirlwind of metal—sparks flying with every violent collision.
The explosive auras from our battle drowned out all my senses,
but I was certain of one thing:
Frey had made it through.
There was no longer any need to hold back.
With a bloody grin, I poured more and more Star Aura into my sword,
each strike landing with greater weight, hammering against that giant scythe.
