Above the fortress of Castle Redmane, on the side of the wall facing the beach, countless heroes and powerful warriors who had come to participate in the Radahn Festival were ready.
They stood beside the wall, silently peering through the battlements and gazing toward the beach below, whose outline they could barely make out.
They knew that was where their next battle would take place.
And the opponent they would face—the legendary being, the strongest demigod of the Shattering, General Starscourge Radahn—was down there as well.
"Roooar!!"
Suddenly!
"Raaaah!!"
Without warning, a series of chilling, beastlike howls rang out from beneath the beach, where the scarlet rot was thick in the air.
"..."
"..."
That single sound was enough to turn some of the so-called "heroes"—those who lacked strength or courage—deathly pale. They even took an involuntary step backward.
"!!"
"What was that sound just now?"
"That pressure is overwhelming. So that must be the strongest demigod..."
"What?"
"You're saying that's General Radahn?"
"That's right!"
"No way!"
"Ha! Why not? Other than General Radahn and his beloved horse, there aren't any living creatures beneath that beach."
"Then..."
"Why does he make such a terrifying sound?"
"I don't know..."
A few "heroes" who seemed to know one another then gathered together and began whispering among themselves. From time to time, they peered down from the wall toward the beach, shrouded in scarlet rot like a cloud of mist, as if trying to make out what was happening below.
Unfortunately, beneath the scarlet rot, they couldn't see a thing...
"That's right."
"He's correct!"
"That sound just now..."
"It really was General Radahn!"
Just then, while some of the people remained silent and others looked curious or uncertain, Knight Jerren approached, carrying a long, serpentine sword. He wore a pointed hood and the