The duel between the Pantheon and the Light Bearer ended swiftly, tipping in favor of Emperor Kalameet.
Snow, on the other hand, left without a word—accepting defeat without protest.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he gradually disappeared between the trees of the Dark Forest.
"He resembles him…" Kalameet said, dispelling his silver armor and spear.
Beside him, arms folded across his chest, Fulghor turned toward the Dragon Emperor.
"Resembles who?"
"The current Lord of Light…" Kalameet slowly clenched his fist.
His body still felt numb from enduring the force born of Snow's fusion of two world-breaking abilities.
What Snow had accomplished was no small feat—an achievement beyond even many of the mightiest tyrants. Yet he had done it at the very first stage of the SSS rank.
"…Orsted."
Kalameet spoke the name of the second Lord of Light, then withdrew into himself, his blood cooling as he dismissed further thoughts.
