Fueled by the power now healing his body, he lunged at Smogh, unleashing the War King's Form.
Holy power… and newfound demonic might.
Inside Snow's body, the two clashed violently—sending waves of agonizing pain through him.
But Snow Lionheart didn't care about pain anymore. After all his wandering… he had finally broken the shackles, even if only a little.
He could keep moving forward.
"I can become stronger than I am now!"
He had found the way.
"This is what you meant… isn't it, Frey!"
Snow roared madly as he clashed with Smogh.
The latter unleashed his power, coating his body in the same iron-like material of extreme hardness.
"I won't let this happen again."
Smogh launched dozens of cannon-like punches, each one met by Snow's blade.
The War King's Stance had already pushed Snow's body to its very limits, but this time, he chose to wield the element of darkness—
an element he had rarely used in battle.
"We'll see about that."
