The cheers of the Allied Army died abruptly. Countless furious gazes shot toward the insolent Prince.
Raylo's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He watched Prince Karachi's brazen confidence, and alarm bells began to ring quietly in his mind.
'Something isn't right.'
"What exactly are you planning?"
Luke's voice was calm, betraying no emotion.
The smile on Karachi's face grew wider. He spread his hands, his posture flamboyant and arrogant.
"It's simple. A duel between Knights should ultimately be decided by true Power. We'll each send out one Domain Knight. One match to decide the victor! What's the matter, Thunder Dragon Duchy... are you afraid to accept the challenge?"
The moment his voice fell, a violent, scorching aura erupted from within the Fiery Sun Kingdom's formation.
A Knight in dark red Heavy Armor, built like an iron tower, leaped out from the ranks. Behind him, the phantom image of a roaring, blood-red lion emanated a terrifying pressure.
