Most of the battles had now come to an end.
Only a few remained before the curtain would fall on this final round.
Somewhere in the vast battlefield...
Draxler sat atop a jagged rock, his sword plunged beside him into the ground.
Running a hand through his orange hair, Beatrice's chosen knight sighed in boredom as he surveyed the ruined wasteland before him.
"That bastard… he really ran off."
After a long, intense battle, Ghost Umbra had proven to be a serious threat .. one Draxler considered a worthy opponent.
But just as their fight reached its peak…
Ghost had vanished, slipping away with a powerful, unexpected strike that sliced through Draxler's right side.
The knight wiped the blood from his wound and tasted it.
"He really got me… that Ghost Umbra."
Sheathing his blade, Draxler turned and walked away from the battlefield.
"I'll remember your name, kid."
