In Noctherra's lightless sky, titanic forces clashed in a grueling duel that threatened to tear the island apart.
The Golden World Tree shivered without cease, its radiance swelling with every collision between Blattier and Frey—
as if it were trying to say something, to mourn what humanity had become.
A frail race battered by calamity: not only do enemies far stronger than they loom beyond the horizon, but humans slaughter one another to the last—long before the true foe even arrives. Even without the demons, mankind would still wage war upon itself. Such is the fractured, chaotic nature they were born with.
And the fight between Blattier and Frey was the perfect example.
The young lord and prodigy of House Starlight found himself in a brutal bind: even his strongest strikes couldn't bring his opponent down.
Only Nameless Judgement had managed to wound him; Frey's other blows simply couldn't harm an SSS class combatant—one with terrifying durability and explosive power.
