Chapitre 208: A young man under the armor

Amidst the lifeless forms sprawled across the battlefield, there stood a Golden Armor Knight, his form unyielding and resolute. He fixed his unwavering gaze upon Aragon, pointing his gleaming sword menacingly in his direction.

Aragon, perceptive and quick to react, leaped from his current position. He collided with the earth with tremendous force, generating a yawning chasm beneath the knight. A colossal cloud of dust and debris erupted into the sky, momentarily obscuring the fallen combatants. The pit created by Aragon's impact was encircled by a labyrinthine network of cracks, and as all eyes remained trained upon him, his voice resonated from the depths. It reverberated like rolling thunder, commanding, "Come at me!"