The award ceremony was underway.
When Yak was carried out of the cockpit, his legs could no longer support him. The aftereffects of his Spirit Core's transformation left his face as pale as a sheet, yet he couldn't stop grinning.
The host raised the Knight's Certificate high above his head, and the cheers of a hundred thousand people nearly shattered the heavens.
"Lord Wesren, did you know he would win all along?"
"No." Allen's gaze remained on the gray Zaku below. "I only knew his Spirit Core was at the critical point of transformation. Victory or defeat was irrelevant. What's interesting is... the type of Spirit Art he awakened after the transformation."
William's heart stirred. "What type?"
"I'll leave that for you to discover on your own."
Allen withdrew his gaze and suddenly turned to William. "King William, I need to announce a decision to your citizens across the nation right now using the spirit communication network."
