A Gryphon fell at the feet of the Rebel Knight. Glan raised his head and swept his gaze across the Battlefield, searching for a new opponent.
Then he saw Zhu Rong in the distance slash out a ring of Blazing Flame, cleaving Bahamut's head from its body.
Watching the Nightmare Dragon lose its wings—and now its head to Zhu Rong—Glan couldn't help but stare blankly.
That dragon had once been an inescapable shadow in his heart.
He would never forget how, several years ago, on the day the Ninth Organ fell, he had been piloting the Rebel Knight in battle against a powerful warrior from the Military-Political Faction.
The King Arthur piloted by his father, Richard, had been wounded by two other Round Table Knights. At that moment, Bahamut had descended from the sky.
It had torn open King Arthur's cockpit with its claws, then spewed its Destructive Flame inside, leaving the former commander of the Ninth Organ with not even a corpse behind.
By the time Glan forced back his enemy and rushed over, Bahamut had lifted King Arthur into the air.
In the end.
The Mech had been thrown into the sea by the dragon.
It was only later, after the Ninth Organ had been rebuilt, that King Arthur was salvaged from the sea with the assistance of Freedom Wings and repaired.
However.
The scene of his father's death kept appearing in Glan's dreams.
He hated Bahamut, and he felt guilty for failing to rescue his father in time.
However, today.
When Glan saw the evil dragon slain, it was a scene he had imagined countless times.
But when that imagined scene became reality, Glan discovered that he wasn't as happy as he had expected.
Just then.
A sense of danger arose in his heart, and he instinctively