"Now... kneel."
The battlefield had fallen silent.
Fifty thousand soldiers, cultists, and dwarves stared at the lone figure standing on the ridge.
The Spectral Trench Coat swirled around her, around him, like living ink. The white mask with the jagged "0" seemed to stare into the soul of every man present.
The five Imperial Knights of the Royal Guard, who moments ago were sneering at an exhausted elf, were now trembling.
"You..." the Lead Knight stammered, his sword shaking in his grip. "Who are you?"
Looking at the person in front of him, he knew this was not the elf from before
And sure enough, hearing this, the figure tilted his head.
The voice that emerged was layered, Lyra's soft soprano twisted with Damien's arrogant baritone.
"I told you," Zero said calmly. "Kneel."
The Knights roared, flaring their 6th Order auras in defiance. They were the elite warriors. They would not bow to a ghost.
"Attack!" the Leader screamed, swinging his broken sword hilt.
Zero sighed.
