"Icarus, you... how could you... be here..."
Avir, the Sky god, spoke to Touma in astonishment. He had taken over Touma's position as the Fourth Emperor. The original Fourth Emperor should have been Icarus—Touma!
"Yes, I have returned. Avir, I should thank you. During the days I was gone, you took on the responsibilities of the Fourth Emperor and did very well."
Touma spoke to him softly.
The red Heavenly Cloth on his body was falling away. Yes, it was shattering into fragments, piece by piece...
"How could this be... You... could it be that you have given up your status as a Heavenly Fighter, Icarus?!"
Touma nodded.
"Yes. Like Faust and Mephisto, after walking among humanity, I, Icarus, finally came to realize my identity as a human. I no longer indulged in the so-called status of a Heavenly Fighter. Instead..."
"As Aiolos of Sagittarius, a Gold Saint, I stand here with two fellow Gold Saints to fight you!"
Dairis, the Underworld Beauty god, said in surprise, "Ikki is clearly a Bronze Saint. Where is this Gold Saint you speak of...?"
"Heh heh. It was I who just entrusted my younger brother's Cloth to him..."
Icarus was now clad in the Sagittarius Gold Cloth!
Not only was he the Heavenly Fighter Icarus, he was also Touma, the younger brother of Marin, the Silver Saint of Aquila. Yet the identity most important to him was... Aiolos, the Gold Saint of Sagittarius!
Using his own golden blood, he revived the shattered Leo Gold Cloth and placed it upon Ikki!
"That makes three Heavenly Fighters against three Heavenly Fighters... Though two of our three are not among the Four Emperors... if all we want is to render the three of you unable to move, we can still manage that much!"
Triton, the Sea