"Good, the Absolute King has entered the fray. Get out quickly and prepare for the next step!"
Su Na sent a message notifying all the players. She and Istil had already boarded the damaged Great Nautilus and fled into the deep sea.
Upon receiving the message, Galahad suddenly left an opening. A sword pierced his throat, then flicked upward, sending his head flying into the sky while his body fell.
By the time it hit the ground, the armor had become an empty shell. A small amount of sea salt spilled from its gaps and neck, as though he had turned into salt.
But the Absolute King did not believe Galahad was dead. His dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression grew increasingly grave. He even began to question Galahad's identity and purpose.
Their brief exchange had already shown him that this fellow's swordsmanship was no worse than his own, perhaps even slightly better. That supposed opening was therefore more likely something he had deliberately offered him to make his escape.
"This fellow..."
The Absolute King grew wary, feeling that this strange knight might be no less dangerous than the King of Bloating. His ability to escape right under his nose forced the Absolute King to raise his assessment of him and regard him as a potential threat.
Not long after Galahad fled, another change came over the battlefield.
A destructive surge of energy descended upon Sweet Island. It came from the War King, who delivered a slash far beyond anything he had shown before, reducing the recently recovered King of Bloating to pulp with a single swing of his axe. The entire island warped and trembled beneath that terrifying power, sinking inward at its center.
The Salt Soldiers summoned by the Absolute King were also shattered by the