The very air suddenly felt heavy, suffocating, as if it was trembling with great unease.
Count Velvetius's expression had changed. He was standing frozen, although his rapier was still raised.
However, his smirk seemed to be faltering for the first time since the battle began.
Something had changed.
There was a presence, an overwhelming force—Arin could feel it in his bones.
His necromantic blood was boiling in his veins.
And he realized Count Velvetius could also feel the same, maybe in a greater magnitude.
Velvetius turned toward the entrance—where there was a big shadow.
In its place there was bright golden light that was seeping through every crack of the shattered wall, window, and doorway.
And then—he arrived.
Elias Draven. The Champion of Dawn, the legendary warrior chosen by the Divine.
It seemed his white and gold armor was made of solidified light, which radiated like the midday sun.
His greatsword, Divine Judgment, seemed to be pulsing with celestial energy.
