Crimson Regalia was in place.
Werther now seemed to be wearing two blood-red bracers that covered the front halves of his arms.
A blood-red mask covered the lower half of his face, hiding his features.
The Crimson Regalia formed by Intent Blood existed somewhere between solid and intangible, much like hardened Armament Haki.
But Crimson Regalia did not cling tightly to his body. It was more like steel armor, hence its name. At full strength, Werther would look as though he wore a suit of blood-red battle armor. For now, he had activated only part of it.
A cold wind blew through Werther's short white hair. He had not cut it in so long that its uneven strands nearly covered his eyes.
"If you'd run when you had the chance, you might have escaped. But you chose to stay, so die here. Heh heh heh."
The mask muffled Werther's voice, giving it a metallic edge.
The chaos of the battlefield was affecting Werther's mood. Tuski and Anita were nowhere near him. If he truly went mad, no one could stop him.
At the sight of the short-haired man in the crimson mask, Marco clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. Once again, he remembered the Summit War.
That presence. That sense of madness. This was the madman who had killed so many members of his family.
High above, Jin Hu sensed Werther's presence and felt a jolt of alarm.
"I was wondering why Werther seemed so different from the rumors. Is this the real Thunder Swordsman? I wonder if he'd even recognize me as an ally right now."
Baccarat felt a chill too. Was the man on the island, seemingly wreathed in blood-red mist, really the same man she had shared a bed with recently?
"We'd better stay away from