Prologue
At the northernmost reaches of the continent lay the permafrost of endless blizzards.
There, a great battle was now unfolding.
[...Impressive. You are indeed worthy of being called my adversary. Knight of Light!]
A being hovered in the air, black robes billowing as it scattered dark energy.
With undead under its command, its figure was as though a Demon King had descended.
A calamity reborn upon the continent. The Immortal King.
Within the grotesque mask shattered by the fierce battle, there was nothing but a skull, and the blue ghost-fire rising from its eye sockets made all who met its gaze tremble in terror.
“You truly deserve to be called the nightmare of the continent, Immortal King! But we will never give up. So long as the power of light is with us, we will not lose!”
Standing against him, the knight who aimed a sword of light shouted with dignity.
His armor was broken in places from the ceaseless battle and his body was wounded, but his two eyes burned with conviction.
“Yeah, he’s not as big a deal as I thought, is he?”
“If we combine our strength, we can overcome him!”
And beside him were his companions.
Each and every one of them was a veteran hero who had overcome all manner of hardships to reach this place.
Kra-ka-boom—!
At last, the knight’s companions and the undead became tangled together and began another fierce clash.
While his companions held back the undead, the Knight of Light and the Immortal King resumed the battle they had repeated countless times.
A sword clad in daybreak carved through pitch-black darkness, drawing a beautiful arc, while the accursed abyss watched for its chance to bare its teeth and swallow the light.
An exchange of offense and defense with no room for even water to seep through, and the unbroken flow of battle that followed.
The meticulously traded assaults were so beautiful they almost looked like a staged play.
‘Well, it is staged. How did it end up like this...?’
Yes.
The terror reborn upon the continent. A walking calamity. The Immortal King.
A holy knight of the Church of the Lord God, and the sword of conviction. The Knight of Light.
And even the one sitting in a warm room, tearing into fried chicken while watching the scene as if it were a movie.
All of them were “me.”
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