In all his imperious glory, Hal stands before all of them with a steely mustering - his dark aura so menacing and portentous that heavy silence only layers the atmosphere.
Though it's already cold out in that field, the temperature seems to drop even more as soon as he appeared. At this point, Lord Caspar's delibitated figure is lying on the ground, already at the verge of losing his grip on reality.
"C-Champion..." he tried to mutter in dread but only to find himself spitting more blood.
This scene is supposed to be filled with the air of triumph and joy - especially now that the villain has fallen and the hero finally emerged victorious. But then, with Hal's darkened amber orbs and that tyrannical scowl marring his frame, this denouement ends up to be a lot thicker and heavier than what it's expected to be.
