In the high sky, the Witch of Iceland, the Eye of Curse, and the Liege of Death stood in a triangle far away from each other. At their center was "Heart of Time" Kritonia who was not so confident anymore, as well as the mature man Hoffenberg who had a pair of cold silver eyes.
Neither of the legendary knights was holding their longsword. They simply floated there empty-handed.
"It's about time. I'll go down and ask them to cancel the defense." Hoffenberg raised his eyes and looked at the clear stars.
Atlant, the Eye of Curse, said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation, Your Majesty."
Different from Kritonia, Hoffenberg was not controlled by the Liege of Death's death, and he was almost a top legend. So, he was more like a partner.
Hoffenberg turned around and flew downward in a streak of light as his voice rang in the sky.
"Take action!"
