The air before the Enlightenment Throne was thick with the aura of death.
Anaxa sat hunched and weak upon the throne.
A black-robed swordsman stood before him, cold and motionless.
"Whoa, why does he look so tall?"
Yan Huan's astonished voice came from behind the man in black.
"Look at him. He's nearly eight feet tall... What did they feed him growing up?"
"My lord... he appears to be floating. That long bit isn't his legs, it's his robe," Castorice corrected him.
At that, the man in black slowly turned and glanced at them.
"Not... Demigods."
His voice was deep and rasping, like some final boss.
"Leave. Or die."
"My lord." Castorice looked at Yan Huan. "This time alone... may [Death] defend us both."
"Death...? Well, that sounds lucky."
Yan Huan raised his greatsword and pointed it at the man in black.
"Let that show-off go, or I'll have to cut you down."
"You don't know what's good for you!" The black-robed swordsman spun, an afterimage appearing at Yan Huan's side as a cold blade slashed toward his head.
Clang—!!
Their swords collided. Yan Huan blocked the lightning-fast strike, surprised by its weight.
"Huh? You almost moved me there."
Two more copies appeared beside Castorice and Trianne and swung at them.
"Wah!" Trianne clapped both hands over her head in fright.
Clang—
The heavy greatsword struck deep into a transparent golden barrier.
"That's a non-attackable unit, buddy."
Sword in hand, Yan Huan slowly advanced on the black-robed swordsman.
"We hadn't even attacked you, and you started swinging. Isn't that fighting a little dirty?"
"Anyone who stays dies!"
The black-robed swordsman charged Yan Huan, sword raised and a terrifying aura surging around him.
"Three strikes will be enough for you!"
Eight dark figures appeared all around Yan Huan. Together with the