A distinct, massive elliptical shadow hovered above the dim Sky Vault.
It was unlike any flying object William had ever known.
Its entire body was a matte black deeper than the night itself, like a void appearing out of nowhere on the canvas of the world, greedily devouring all the surrounding light.
An uncontrollable shudder, stemming from primal instinct, shot up William's spine to the crown of his head.
Even the arrogant Heart Eater Lord stopped its roaring, its crimson pupils staring blankly at the sky.
Dead silence fell.
The only sounds were the CRACKLE of burning wood and the heavy, suppressed panting of the Knights.
Under everyone's gaze, a speck of light ignited at the bottom of the massive black celestial body.
Immediately after, a figure slowly descended from the light.
It dropped straight down, its white porcelain-like armor gleaming with a soft luster, while golden Rune lines meandered across the surface, tracing divine and majestic patterns.
