While bodies kept falling from an unseen sky, something moved at an incredible speed, blitzing through the fog before its eyes found a golden armored knight with long red hair falling down her back like silk.
Soft, mocking laughter floated out like echoing whispers.
"Frey!" Isolde, who had kept walking but it seemed as if she was still at the same spot, shouted Godfrey's name but her ears twitched, responding to the soft laughter.
Her eyes narrowed and she turned, fingers tight around the shaft of her spear.
"Isolde Pendragon… What are you trying to prove?"
Isolde's eyes locked on where the voice came from and swung her spear in that direction. The fog cleared but nothing was there.
"Fierce. Hehehe… of course you are. Isolde Pendragon, the selfish woman with so much pride you're oblivious to reality."
Isolde looked around, eyes keen.
