Walkure was lying down and recovering on a random planet until she suddenly raised herself up. She had noticed something. Or rather, she noticed someone. She was not alone here.
"Reveal yourself."
A feeling of deja-vu.
After Walkure ordered the sneaking creature to appear, it so did.
The being had a shape that was vastly close to a human's. It appears to be male, with brown skin, red eyes, short white hair, and very muscular. Differently from Rephidim and Awis, this one had an extremely mature and serious look and seemed to be the type that does not mess around when a job needs to be done. His eyes had such an intimidating aura, that directly looking at them would cause the willpower of most to fade and their soul to weaken.
This is bad, Walkure thought.
She could tell this was an extremely powerful individual. He did not wear any armor or equipment. Because, of course, he did not need it.
And worse, she could feel the presence of another being here. She is not quite sure where exactly it is located, but it is close and watching her. Walkure presumes this being must be well hidden within the gaps between dimensions.
She had just used Iron Maiden. This not only meant that she wouldn't be able to use it for the next 30 minutes, but she would also suffer from a heavy physical burden.
Perhaps the wanderers were aware of this. They would not let her rest. This was obvious. The wanderers would not let any chance of winning slip out of their hands. They are just like how humanity once was. Walkure, of course, already knew all of this, but still, she had no choice but to sigh.
"I assume you are the ace of the Wanderers?"
"..."
He does not answer.
"I see, you are the quiet type. I suppose it doesn't matter."
Walkure materialized Viktoria on her hand and took a sword stance.
The accursed one raises both of his arms at the height of his head, taking what one would call a boxing or kickboxing stance, and decides to speak.
"My name is Amadeus Volstander, son of Zophades Volstander the Commander, and my job here is to get rid of your existence. Your Highness shall not tolerate any more relevant losses from this ordeal."
He says in a serene but powerful voice, the sound verberating through the body and soul, and echoing across every substance and material in the surroundings.
Any entity that isn't strong-willed would have fainted the second he spoke.
"The last accursed one that told that to me did not get a happy ending. Will you be different, I wonder?"
This next conflict would determine the course of this war.