"So what?" the woman said softly, "As long as I take it back. As long as I seize it again. Kill you, kill the Dawn Knight, return to the Country, and then once more, once more, stand upon the supreme throne that I must possess!"
She had yet to give up! Even though she was cornered to such a desperate path, Grey had no intention of admitting defeat. The near-dying Spirit Light within her burst forth with a flare akin to a final blaze of glory. The pure white castle expanded rapidly with her shriek, as if a tyrant king suppresses the space in which the peasants live with sheer power. It was the foundational power of the Royal Family passed down through generations, the invincible absolute defense, the supreme power of "Supremacy".
