Frey Starlight had lost.
He had done everything—poured out his entire strength in a desperate attempt to achieve the impossible and defeat an SSS-class fighter.
But in the end, even he was destined for failure. Though he came close—so close that Blattier himself felt death brush against him at the very end of their battle—it wasn't enough.
He was that close, yet history only remembers the victors. What he achieved meant nothing if death was to be his end.
One could say that all of Frey's struggle, all he had offered, had been for nothing.
Snow Lionheart intervened at the last moment, trying to salvage what he could. But he lacked the strength to stand against someone like Blattier in his current state.
The high priest had taken damage—he was far from unscathed—but what power he retained was still more than enough to crush Snow.
"You fool… you should've run when you had the chance!" Frey forced the words out, blood continuing to gush from his wounds.
