Earth shone brilliantly in its alluring blue, standing out magnificently amid the dark expanse of the cosmos.
The Ninth High Seat—Nito—hovered above the atmosphere, neither too close nor too far, as he unleashed his overwhelming attacks downward, targeting Gehrman and those with him.
However, the sudden intervention of Snow Lionheart forced him to halt, leaving Amon to fight alone.
"You have something that belongs to me down there," Snow said coldly.
"Traitor of the Pantheon."
Bathed in his radiant aura of light, Snow flew upward until he reached Nito's level. Nito turned toward him.
"And who might you be?"
Nito did not recognize his opponent at all. Snow's long-lost war form was utterly unfamiliar to him.
An armored warrior clad in golden armor—
pure light aura flowing from his body.
"You resemble the Lightbearers… but you're different," Nito muttered, analyzing him with his feral green eyes.
On the other side, Snow gripped Vermithor tightly, ready for battle.
