Throvald led the way this time.
From a Failure, he was now the vanguard of the team.
His might seemed to have no end. His vitality and senses had skyrocketed.
He sensed that his current form had also made him a Cardinal!
The failures of his cultivation had been corrected. The dormant energies accumulated in all those failures had turned into success.
The words of Neos echoed in his mind.
"So if you wish to call yourself a Failure, then fail as many times as necessary, because every Failure you face does not become your End."
Throvald gripped his spear and roared forward.
"Those Failures were not useless! They were not my End! But they became the foundations of my New Beginnings! Even the Nephilim must fail so that he may be renewed!" Throvald roared, and it was as if he prophesied as he fought on.
The body of a Thane Dragon, with a brilliant golden halo and a powerful white light, allowed him to charge forward.
