Ionioi Hetairoi

"Berserker, now behold the greatest fantasy I possess as a Heroic Spirit!"

"As the King of Conquerors, the true kingly form of Alexander the Great!"

Iskandar stood at the center of the gale, his battle attire billowing in the currents, his scarlet cloak whipping wildly from his shoulders.

This hot wind did not come from reality, but from the blazing, extraordinary ideal within his heart. At this moment, it revealed his true form and began to erode and overturn reality.

Feeling the heat wave rush toward him, Leon merely watched Iskandar's display. A dazzling white light flashed, spreading outward with the scorching wind...