The battlefield became a storm of steel and magic as Pietro surged forward, Celestial Edge blazing with celestial fire. He cut through the chaos like a silver comet, his blade carving through royal soldiers as he fought his way toward Count Edgar's embattled forces.
To his side, Victor staggered, each breath a knife twisting between his ribs. The pain was all too familiar—it dragged him back to that crushing defeat against Count Gregor, when he had been nothing but a broken man lying in the dirt.
But he was stronger now.
The Crystal Mines had forged him anew—his fourth mana core pulsed within him, a well of power he had never before possessed. Yet against a monster like Torvin, it still hadn't been enough.
His grip tightened around Dawnbreaker and Nightsbane, their voidsteel edges humming faintly.
A cool glow enveloped him.
