The battle raged on.
Steel clashed endlessly. Magic exploded across the battlefield. Cries of pain, roars of fury, and the sound of weapons breaking filled the air.
Yet Galahad stood still. He did not move from his position.
His greatsword rested against his shoulder, unmoving, as if the chaos around him meant nothing.
But his eyes were sharp. They were focused. His senses were spread wide. He was focusing on something else.
Far beyond the clash of soldiers and demons. Beyond the screams. Beyond the flashing spells…
He was searching. Not for the weak. Not for the frontline fighters.
But for something else. Something that did not belong among ordinary demons. Someone who was not like an ordinary soldier.
And then he felt it.
He felt a presence. Deep within the Black Forest. Standing there. Without moving, as if waiting for someone.
The presence was cold, heavy, calm, and strong.
Galahad's eyes narrowed. "So you are there… as I thought," he murmured.
