Snow rose up as a golden figure flew with great speed. With each flap, he crossed a great distance, causing trees to tilt, snow to rise, wind to burst outward, and other series of commotion, but the figure didn't stop.
He was kilometers away from Ashkelon and wore one of the most dignified armors in the wasteland.
The sight of him would make a civilian fall on their knees and bow, and this figure was none other than the Noble BloodBlade, Nero!
He could see ripples coming from afar and had been flying towards that place right from Silverleaf, and now he was in the midst of the Ash Mountains.
This place was deemed dangerous to saintly knights, but he had to check it out because it seemed like a battle.
Swoosh!
He came to a screeching halt by tilting upward and flapping his wings like he wanted to go back. The force of his previous movement and the new force generated in the opposite direction caused him to stop but also made a loud sound.
