Even before he approached the main city of Moldavia, Joshua quickly sensed a shocking fact: There was a Legendary champion who was at once familiar and unfamiliar inside the liege's residence—his or her presence was calm and stable, while Ying, Ling, Zero-Three, Black and Light were all there as well, moving around like they do every day.
—Who?
Joshua could not recall who did the rather familiar Legendary presence belonged to, but it was undoubtedly not Israel—His Imperial Majesty's presence was akin to vast, endless skies. It was not Nostradamus either, since the old mage was akin to erratic to dimensional ripples, and neither was it Igor. The pontiff's power was so great that even Joshua found it difficult to pick up his presence, just like how hard it was to single out a single strain of light from the sun's rays.
