Under the pitch-black night sky.
Under the smoky night sky.
The brilliant glow flickered once more.
The old knight once again streaked across the heavens.
As always,
He,
was unstoppable!
Standing in front of the office window, Tercon had long since taken off his restricting coat and donned a cloak instead, watching as the old knight, transformed into radiance, approached him, the former mayor's eyes filled with surprise.
"A strike of glory?"
Tercon murmured to himself.
Then, an expression of extreme contempt appeared on his face.
"Glory?"
"Ha, glory?"
"Glory that exists in the hearts of men, relying on the hearts of men... laughable."
"Strength is everything that decides right from wrong!"
In his soft murmur, a dense black deathly aura gathered in Tercon's hands.
Then,
it plunged into the ground.
Just like a starting pistol.
A thick black chain, as thick as an arm, shot out from the ground, twining towards the old knight.
"I knew you were here."
