"I…"
Wide-eyed, the brown-eyed Ever-Knight felt his heart clenched by the great hand of death. It was heavy, unrelenting, and cold. So very cold.
There was regret circulating within his mind with frenzied energy. His eyes bulged as the halberd-transformed Myriad Monarch Canon entered his torso, piercing through the other side with disturbing ease, and with all his remaining strength, the Ever-Knight directed his hands to grasp its handle.
Tens of thousands of dark-red Mystic Runes erupted from his body, like a heated volcano at its climax, spewing out copious amounts of mystic power without any restrictions whatsoever.
When he stared at the pummel of the halberd, tracing the pole that pierced chest, and the fragmented armor that had shattered upon contact, his eyes reddened and his pupils expanded to their utmost limits. A fierce, unwilling, and unyielding will surged from those eyes of his.
