Inside the ruins of an ancient cathedral, two men stood opposed to one another at the threshold of the Emperor Rank.
One looked glorious, a great knight clad in brilliant golden armor, wielding a radiant sword that shone with the light of grace.
The other…
Was a monster with blistered red skin.
An ancient old man whose red hair had begun to surrender to streaks of white, his upper body completely bare after his clothes had been torn to shreds. Even his hunter's hat had been blown away and lost somewhere amid the destruction.
His sword was rusted.
An ancient weapon that looked as though time itself had long since passed it by.
If any ordinary human were to witness this bloody confrontation, they would undoubtedly believe that a magnificent golden hunter was battling one of the filthy monsters born from the Curse.
Never realizing that the truth was the complete opposite.
Asterion's bloodshot eyes flared.
