The battle for the Immortal Heart reached its final stage. The Silver Knight noticed the leaping Aimou, realizing that her arrival was truly untimely for him now.
The fierce Red Tide had destroyed most of the Silver Knight's armor, along with one of his arms turning to dust. Now he was left with just one hand holding the sword, either to swing the sword in counterattack or to abandon it and seize the Immortal Heart.
Obviously, the Silver Knight chose the former. The battle situation remained complex and unpredictable. Lowering the Secret Sword would only hand control of the battlefield to others.
"A Condenser, huh?"
The Silver Knight murmured, clearly sensing Aimou's Ether intensity. He felt no pity for this unexpected visitor.
