Although he is nominally a Paladin, always... Night is his true domain.
"Let me give you a little reminder."
Herbert's voice became cold and focused, he slowly lowered his center of gravity, casually reaching into the shadows beside him with his right hand, and pulled out a heavy sword of silver-gray, shrouded in a faint lunar glow.
The heavy sword seemed to be condensed from the night itself, grasped directly in his hand.
"This is when the real battle finally begins."
And at the moment Herbert took his stance, the Legion Commander's heart, which had long stopped beating, suddenly twitched!
The starting posture, the angle of the heavy sword pointing obliquely, the refined aura emanating from him...
The Legion Commander couldn't be mistaken.
What the opponent displayed was clearly the unique combat skills style he'd honed for thousands of years, imprinted deep within his soul!
