The night is deep.
Fragments of obsidian scattered across the sky remain suspended even after undergoing a Thunder Fire baptism.
They rotate, forming a vortex like a Star Ring, encircling a shadow in the center.
Leon holds General Dika's Soul Can, evidently bewildered.
"Master, isn't it dead?"
"Dead, but before dying, it summoned its master's projection using a secret skill."
Levi, with a calm demeanor, stands upon the shoulder of the Nine-colored Emperor, sword in hand.
"Dusk Palace Master, Supreme Knight, Lord of Ancient Dragon Continent... Levi."
A voice emanates from the shadow, indifferent yet carrying a foreboding sense akin to an approaching storm.
Its face is imposing, clad in heavy armor surrounded by Blood Flame, its majestic body rivaling the sun and moon.
"I am the Holy War Army Master; seeing me, why did you not flee?"
"Why should I run?"
"Are you not afraid of death?"
"I am, but you can't kill me, otherwise why waste time with self-introduction?"
