Their eyes met through the hole torn in the city gate. One man's smile was cruel, the other's expression frantic.
John's face went pale, his eyes bulging so wide they looked ready to fall from their sockets. He recognized the giant, black-armored figure instantly. It was Henry. The distinctive black armor, the towering frame, and those eyes that seemed to devour all light—it all brought the nightmare at Ximira Castle rushing back in an instant.
Back then, right before his very eyes, Henry had slaughtered his powerful and brave Knights and Attendants one by one, as if they were mere chickens.
No, a massacre!
He would never forget it. The blood-soaked scene, the horrific screams… it was a nightmare that had haunted him ever since.
Now, seeing Henry smash through the city gate with his own two hands, a thousand thoughts raced through John's mind.
'Is he even human?' he thought, utterly aghast.
