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In the distant wilderness outside the City of Silver.
Having found an excuse to leave the city, Colin Iliad arrived at a clearing in the afternoon, bringing the remains of powerful Beyonder creatures he had hunted alone and prepared in advance, along with the ingredients for the Silver Knight potion.
After setting up the ritual in the clearing and placing the remains of the six powerful creatures he had hunted in their proper positions, Colin Iliad began concocting the potion.
Once everything was ready, the Chief of the City of Silver closed his eyes briefly, lowered his head, and recited in Jotun:
"Heroic spirits that linger, blessed of the True Creator, eyes that gaze upon fate..."
Soon after finishing the recitation, Colin Iliad once again saw that illusory River of Fate.
The conceptual river coiled like a giant serpent with its head joined to its tail. Its waters flowed slowly and peacefully, every drop the unfolding fate of a living being. The sound of water gradually drew closer, and silvery-white fate threads enveloped the Demon Hunter.
A King of Angel's blessing remained something one could encounter only by chance, not seek out.
Colin Iliad calmly accepted it all, having long since prepared himself.
The ritual began. He stepped forward, picked up the bottle of Silver Knight potion, and poured it into his mouth.
Silently, the Demon Hunter's body swelled into a giant several meters tall, with a grayish-blue base, bulging blue-black muscles, and a pitch-black fissure in his forehead.
Every inch of this giant contained indescribable mystery and immense, terrifying power. Apart from his head, which retained its human appearance, the rest of him already approached a mythical creature, radiating a strange mental influence.
The next second, Colin Iliad's head seemed to develop rickets, caving inward and slowly writhing