Chapter 207
A barren frozen land. A knight clad in black armor stood upon the bitterly cold snowfield stretching to the horizon’s edge.
“Where the hell am I…?”
He recalled his last memory. The Sword Pavilion. There, he had clashed with Saxony’s ‘Black Prince’ over the position of the Heavenly Sword. Immediately after, the coldness dwelling at the tip of his blade had swallowed Mordred whole, and then he had lost consciousness.
That should have been it.
But immediately after, a horrific cold, like being skinned alive, began to envelop Mordred’s very being. It was no mere metaphor. It was literally a gale tearing at his flesh.
“Gah, cold, so cold…!”
In agony, Mordred, the Black Knight and Seventh Prince, shivered. With each breath, the cold seeped deep into his throat and down his esophagus, spreading painful chill throughout his body once more.
He felt like he was freezing to death.
The biting cold seeped into every bone and organ within his body, causing pain so intense that even breathing felt like an overwhelming struggle.
In agony that felt like his flesh and bones were being torn apart, Mordred fell to his knees. Yet, terrified by the cold seeping into his body with every breath, he couldn’t even scream freely.
Nothing but writhing in agony.
It was at that very moment.
“The Seventh Prince of the Empire, Mordred.”
The voice rang out, and Mordred jerked his head up in alarm.
Upon the barren frozen wasteland that had been empty just moments before, the Shadow Lord appeared. He brought with him the inescapable cold and darkness of the apocalypse.
