After exchanging blows for a while, Godwyn had clearly realized the gap in their strength. He could not defeat this beast on his own... the gap was too great.
The Elden Beast was the embodiment of the Golden Order, while he was merely a demigod. His father might have been able to win, but he, the son, clearly had no chance at all.
This was not a gap that effort could bridge. It was a difference in kind. A fountain could not rise higher than its source; a demigod's power could not exceed that of his god.
"Then let's take a gamble."
Godwyn made up his mind. Whatever means he had to use, he had to seize this one and only opportunity!
Come on! Let's have a heart-stopping gamble!
He had not wanted to take this path. He had wanted everything to go smoothly, to achieve the greatest result with the smallest sacrifice...
But reality was not so simple. He could only stake everything on the table!
He opened his mouth, ready to call Miquella's name. Miquella was standing by inside the Erdtree for this very moment.
As long as Miquella released the Rune of Death and let the power of Destined Death flood the battlefield, his gamble would have a chance.
But before he could call out, death had already been released. A black-and-red glow surged from the direction of the Erdtree, sweeping across the sky above Leyndell like a tide.
The presence of Destined Death filled the air. The buildings still burning suddenly dimmed, the knights locked in battle suddenly stopped, and the whole world seemed to have been paused.
People looked around. Much of the struggling and screaming suddenly vanished. Death had returned to life.
Godwyn swallowed the words caught in his throat. That boy Miquella was