"Man! Percival packs a punch," Godfrey groaned as he sat in a tube full of icy water, leaning his head back so he could see the ceiling.
His ocean-blue eyes gleamed as he remembered their fight. Percival was indeed strong, strong enough to go head-on with him in his full boxing mode.
After pondering for a while, Godfrey shut his eyes and appeared in Mountain's chamber. After Mountain rose to his peak, 6.0, his chamber suddenly lost its brightness, and even he couldn't enter for the past two weeks, but now he was allowed in.
Godfrey stared at the eight-foot-tall knight seated on the stone throne. Mountain had changed, not only did he grow bulkier, a sign that he gained a lot of solid muscle mass, but the fan-shaped crest atop his great helm now had a short gray plume, like a brush.
The insignia of a sword and shield had changed. It now had a spear right in the middle.
