"Gray..." The Black Cat's voice grew weak, tinged with a sense of despair.
The wind blew gently, swaying the surrounding grass and trees.
Gray rode his horse silently, standing still, his skull exposed under the sunlight, unnervingly so.
Vivian, who had concealed herself, covered her mouth and floated aside, while the dwarves carried by the Silver Moon Knights on their backs stared in shock. The Silver Moon Knights, too, looked at Gray in astonishment.
The whole world fell silent.
Neither Belinda nor Zeda could move. This was an outcome they had never anticipated, the Lich Knight revealing his own mask.
In the distance, the hidden Liches watching from the treetops cheered.
"Hahaha, finally, the mask is off! He truly is one of us! A brave Lich!"
"So cool! I love it! I want to paint this scene!"
"Fight! Lich Knight! Let the world feel your wrath!"
"Do you think he'll change humanity's view of us Liches? Make them think we're all about justice?"
