As the sun set and the last glimmer of dusk was swallowed by the horizon, the entire world was instantly engulfed in a hazy gray-blue.
Especially in the Mist Mountain Range, shrouded in thick fog, the change in the sky was even more apparent, almost instantaneously transforming into night.
The Legion Commander leaned on the Giant Sword, standing on the ruins of the fortress that had long turned to ruin, the Soul Fire beneath the Face Mask locking dead onto Herbert.
In that flickering light there was a mix of anticipation, the delight of revenge, and a tinge of relief at the impending release.
He did not believe Herbert's "bluff."
"Apostle of Calamity, don't think of trying to deceive me, your reliance... has vanished."
His voice echoed in the Silence, carrying the certainty of metal grinding, and a thirst for revenge.
"Without the Sun's favor, how much strength do you have left?"
He had waited for this moment too long.
