As Gwen stepped forward one step at a time, his figure grew taller and taller—
Each step landed upon the void, as though he were treading an invisible stairway to heaven.
And as Gwen took another step, the wind that had nearly come to a standstill began to move once more.
Only, the wind no longer danced freely and chaotically. Instead, it was like imperial guards clearing the way, escorting that golden figure as he climbed toward the heavens step by step.
The billowing clouds in the sky, stained with a layer of golden radiance by the sunlight, also moved with the wind. Like knights escorting their king, they opened a path to heaven.
With every step, wind and clouds followed.
Seeing the golden figure ascending toward them, Goreq, who had been about to cheer for this golden hero of unknown origin and celebrate the glorious victory, became like a duck with its throat seized, unable to make a sound.
His fairly handsome face was filled with disbelief. Under the terrifying pressure stirred up by the wind and clouds, even Goreq's teeth trembled. His eyes were entirely occupied by that golden figure climbing heavenward, just as they had been when he was driven from the royal city by the Omenslayer acting under the Blessed King's command...
However, not everyone atop the walls was like Goreq, nearly having all their attention stolen by the crisp sound of war boots stepping upon invisible stairs.
Several Tarnished Knights whose strength ranked among the finest in Stormveil Castle's army exchanged glances. Each saw the same shock and uncertainty in the others' eyes—
After Godfrey, First Elden Lord defeated the Storm King, the Tarnished Knights lost their homeland. Some wandered everywhere, while others sought refuge under new masters.
Yet now, these powerful knights who had