Llywelyn noticed the subtle movements Percival made as he prepared to attack and took up his own stance. Their second round was about to begin.
Suddenly, screams from the other side of the battlefield caught both men's attention.
They looked in that direction at the same time.
A giant hound stood several meters tall at the shoulder, its pitch-black body covered in dark, blood-red markings. Amid the crowd, it unleashed crimson lightning and fire with abandon.
It was Barghest.
At the same time, another voice rang out:
"Kelpie, Double Wave."
As the words fell, the roar of waves sounded right beside Llywelyn's ears. He turned, only to find a surging double wave rushing toward him.
Alarm bells rang in his mind. Without hesitation, he leaped high into the air, grabbed a dead branch on the cliff beside him, and hung from a rocky outcrop.
Llywelyn looked down. As though possessed of minds of their own, the streams of water swerved around Percival and surged straight toward him as he hung from the cliff.
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, Llywelyn had no choice but to jump down. Magic power surged through the Golden Halberd in his hands. The instant he drove it into the ground, that power erupted, turning the entire wave into harmless mist.
White mist obscured his vision. Although Llywelyn could not see clearly, he heard someone speaking to Percival:
"Sir Palamedes is here too. With you absent, he's taken temporary command of the cavalry.
I've come to support you on the king's orders, Sir Percival. I hope I'm not too late."
Llywelyn would never forget that voice as long as he lived.
Its owner had once defeated him even after he had drunk a magic potion.
He had even had enough strength left to join