Unlike the helmeted Lion King, the Storm King's face appeared before Mordred with an icy expression.
And that lance—
Had already pierced Mordred's abdomen.
Blood poured forth. Clarent had fallen to the ground, splashing up the blood on the floor. Mordred gripped the lance embedded in her abdomen with both hands, her pupils trembling as though she had regained a shred of clarity.
"Ugh... F-Father..."
Tears slid from the corners of Mordred's eyes, mixing with the blood she spat from her mouth as they struck the black lance piercing her abdomen, staining it red. Yet not a drop of blood splashed onto the Storm King.
"King..." Mash, who had just been forced back by Mordred, stared blankly at the scene before her.
"Knight. I will personally execute you." A trace of complicated emotion appeared in Artoria's cold eyes, but the strength in her hands only increased.
The Storm King's lance differed from the true Rhongomyniad. It bore sharp, elongated barbs, which had already sunk into Mordred's flesh and were now tearing through it wildly.
"Urgh—Aaaah—!"
Mordred screamed, using all her strength to try to pull the Storm King's lance out.
Percival, who had come back to his senses, stood beside Mash, trembling as he watched the scene unfold.
"Why... Why did this happen?"
Mash's voice had unknowingly become gritted and vicious, the veins in the hand clutching her shield bulging.
The dust had completely cleared. Fujimaru Ritsuka was anxiously helping Pindo bandage his wounds, while Arash drew his bow to its fullest and continuously fired into the sky.
Carmilla and Liao Ye were also helping the two Hassans swiftly clear out the wyvern riders in the air.
Though the battlefield remained chaotic, the course of the battle had become very clear.
The wyvern riders might have been comparable in strength