"It's been a long time since I last saw you, my boy. I let you wander and grow… until you became what you are now.
But with those same golden eyes, I can see you haven't changed much."
Smough's words reflected in Snow's mind as his body reacted on instinct—
He unleashed the Warlord Form at full force, ignoring the agony, and lunged without hesitation, aiming straight for the man's neck.
"You haven't changed either ..but you're no longer the obedient child I once knew."
Clang!
Without warning, a crushing wave of pain slammed into Snow Lionheart's mind, shaking him to the core.
His sword bit into Smough's neck… but the man's body was so impossibly solid that the blade stopped halfway through, cutting only part of it.
In turn… Smough's massive fist drove deep into Snow's chest, punching through until it burst out of his back.
"The child I raised would never have attacked me… but you're no longer that obedient boy. You've rebelled, my son, and it's time to come home."
