Above the desolate gorge, two figures silently confronted each other across a deep chasm, like two frozen statues. Under the gray-white sky, the pervasive Death Energy added a touch of deadly silence between them.
Faced with Alfred's seemingly casual "greeting," Lynch made no response. His gray eyes were cold as iron, his muscles slightly tense, and within his body, the Triple Domain Power surged like a volcano about to erupt, roiling beneath a calm facade.
The knuckles of the hand gripping Ifrid's Sword turned slightly white from exertion, and the fervent gold-red light on the blade danced restlessly, emitting scorching heat waves that repelled a bit of the surrounding cold Death Energy. Lynch seemed like a taut bow, ready for a thunderous strike at any moment.
Alfred took in Lynch's adversarial stance, yet he merely shrugged indifferently, appearing unusually relaxed and carefree, as if he had merely encountered an old acquaintance he hadn't seen in a long time.
