A brilliant, dazzling pillar of light broke through the heavy dark clouds, shooting straight into the heavens.
Unlike the Dawn Holy Light previously seen over Krimms Cathedral, the radiance from the Coffin of Revival was far more brilliant. Even when the heavy clouds parted to reveal a crack of sky, the glow of the red moon was completely eclipsed by this light.
"...Is it starting again?"
At this moment, no matter where they were in the Caster City State, everyone looked toward the central district, their expressions turning grim.
「Northern Caster City State.」
Melbel flicked his black sword—a far more slender blade than Kali's greatsword. He, too, felt the power from the Coffin of Revival, and his gaze darkened.
"Your strength..."
Across from him, Bolsen clutched his severed arm, his face—covered in scales and keratin—etched with astonishment. He couldn't understand how a mere Guardian Knight could be so much stronger than him.
