She stared below at how most of the palace had already fallen into ruin. The once-grand structure now looked like the aftermath of a natural disaster.
More importantly, however, the battlefield had finally been established.
And it appeared destined to become a three-way conflict.
King Carson sat atop his flying dragon, staring down at the smiling Audrey.
The armor and helmet he wore were not ordinary equipment, rather they were the result of his fusion with his second summon, Sir Lancelot, one of the legendary Knights of the Round Table.
The fusion altered his appearance as well.
The hair flowing from beneath the helmet was no longer its usual black. It had turned white, grown noticeably longer, and trailed behind him.
Meanwhile, the bluish-glowing sword resting in his right hand was known as Sigurd. Unlike Lancelot, Sigurd was an object-type summon.
Within the weapon resided the soul of a dead dragon, making it Carson's third summon.
