Echoes of a Forgotten Self

– Snow Lionheart's pov –

It had been a long time…

Since I last felt like this.

Those golden symbols—whose meaning I never truly understood—had grown stronger ever since I obtained Vermithor.

As if it had been the key that unlocked a new realm of power.

Everything was connected.

The War King's Form burned through my aura at a terrifying pace, allowing me to wield levels of power I was never meant to reach.

And that was what let me face the furious statue head-on.

Locked in a vicious clash with that entity, the two of us spun in a whirlwind of metal—sparks flying with every violent collision.

The explosive auras from our battle drowned out all my senses,

but I was certain of one thing:

Frey had made it through.

There was no longer any need to hold back.

With a bloody grin, I poured more and more Star Aura into my sword,

each strike landing with greater weight, hammering against that giant scythe.