"Greetings… bearer of the curse."
With those words, the Golden Knight announced his presence—
And a violent tremor shook Ethan's mind, his expression turning as grim as a grave.
Gripping the Executioner's Sword tightly, a dark aura erupted from Ethan's body as his Aura Armor formed around him, granting him immense power.
Yet before the presence of the Golden Knight—
That power looked pitiful.
Faint.
Insignificant.
The knight stared at him from behind his golden helm without the slightest trace of surprise.
Ethan released his full strength.
Prepared himself for battle.
Did everything within his power—
Yet he did not move.
He did not attack.
His crimson-red eyes darted back and forth between the Golden Knight—
And every possible escape route around him.
He did not know what he was supposed to do.
'Do I fight…?'
'Or run?'
He questioned himself seriously.
But almost immediately—
He realized both choices were wrong.
