A banging sound marked the initiation of the final battle.
Arthur practically flew across the battlefield, desperate to unleash his wrath–his true power–upon Gabriel and Feyright. No matter how powerful they were, it didn't change the fact that they were merely on their last legs.
They would eventually perish, even if Arthur simply left them alone.
'But they're the perfect test subjects for my new abilities,' thought the crimson-eyed man as Skofnung collided with Gabriel's black lance, causing crimson sparks to bounce off from the impact.
The blade of his sword slides off the black lance. Gabriel took the opportunity to thrust his spear forward, but Arthur simply sidestepped before recovering his stance. Gabriel clicked his tongue, motioning for Feyright to make a move.
But the latter was two steps ahead.
