In his Overlord Form, Nelom slowly turned. He twisted his head to look at Reinhardt, and their gazes met across the distance.
Even in their silence, the confrontation between two Domain Level Powerhouses—even a mere clash of their Knightly Auras—was more than any Imperial Knight below that level could bear.
On the spacious bridge of the Tania Flagship, the sweltering air was thick with the oppressive tension of an impending storm.
Seeing this, the expressions of Matthias and the three Holy Fire Guards shifted. They instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, their Knight Power coiled and ready. At the slightest suspicious move from Nelom, they would rush to Reinhardt's side in an instant.
After a long silence.
The arcane black markings on Nelom's face slowly faded. His short, dark-red hair, which had resembled a volcanic eruption of magma, gradually cooled and fell limp.
His skin returned to its normal color, and the ashen-white hue on his Power Armor faded away.
