Manon stood firm before Marquis Thurzos, his presence alone anchoring the chaos around him. His spear trembled—not from fear, but from resonance—humming with the energies of the world itself. The air bent subtly toward him, currents of wind coiling along the shaft as if answering an ancient call.
Power gathered within his body, surging through every fibre of muscle, sharpening his senses as he prepared to face the greatest threat he had ever known. In the absence of Leon, Amon, and Yue, Manon stood at the pinnacle of Eldorin's strength.
There was no one more suited to this role, no one else capable of confronting the most powerful Demon Noble on the battlefield. It was not a matter of choice—it was inevitability.
If Thurzos was to be stopped, it had to be him.
And yet… As the Demon Marquis's presence unfurled, that certainty wavered.
