Godwyn and Fortissax arrived on the battlefield, tipping the scales of the war.
Facing Godwyn, Radahn showed no fear or surprise.
When he had heard that Godwyn was dead, he had only felt regret. Never getting to fight him would have been one of life's regrets.
Now, seeing Godwyn alive and well, Radahn was undoubtedly excited.
He finally had a chance to test just how strong the renowned Godwyn the Golden really was.
In the surrounding cities, people clung to the tops of walls, peeking over to watch this extraordinary battle between demigods.
Mortals would never see such a sight in their lifetimes.
Even though Radahn had smashed through and hurled aside other cities and mountains.
Even though the city these mortals occupied was half-buried by an avalanche, they would risk their lives to witness this moment.
Perhaps a sword monument would one day stand in the Mountaintops of the Giants to commemorate this battle between demigods.
"Brother?"
Malenia and Morgott spoke in unison beneath Fortissax.
Malenia hurriedly attached her Prosthesis and crawled out from beneath the dragon, with Morgott close behind.
"Hahaha, seeing you both alive and kicking puts my mind at ease." Godwyn looked down and saw that Malenia and Morgott were both still alive, and secretly sighed in relief.
It seemed he had arrived just in time.
"Radahn will kill them!" That was what Miquella had told Godwyn when he woke.
Miquella's body had become skeletal, like a sapling caught in the depths of winter. He sat limply in his chair, able only to briefly relay the urgent situation at the front.
Godwyn had just awakened and was about to leave the room to reinforce the front when Zhao Si stopped him.
"Take my crest." Zhao Si felt that his mouth and tongue were not quite obeying