The clothes worn under the black robe had long since become tattered, like ruins eroded by the passage of time, flesh resembling a corpse buried deep beneath the earth, unseen by sunlight for decades, the dim luster exuding a sense of despairing decay.
"I'm running out of time, old friend."
The Second Seat reached out, touching the Iron Armor of the Third Seat.
His nails were dry like deadwood, devoid of life, defeated in the endless struggle against time.
The Second Seat's hand passed through the Iron Armor.
No, it was the closed Iron Armor that had opened up.
Bologue destroyed one Silver Knight after another, yet had never seen the true form of the Third Seat... Many had never seen the true form of the Third Seat.
Before the secret war began, the Third Seat was an extremely mysterious presence in the King's Secret Sword, always appearing in the form of a Domination Object to hide the existence of his true form.
