บท 260: Winner Of The King's Tournament [1]

As soon as Lucas was done… raising the flag, something stirred inside the rising mushroom cloud of black smoke.

Soon, a halo of bright light flashed inside its darkness, resembling a single shiny star amidst the vast expanse of a nightly black void.

In the very next moment, a radiant pillar of blinding white light shot towards the sky, as if attempting to reach the heavens itself… or split it in half.

The smoke that obscured the vision dispersed after the appearance of the radiant pillar of light, which vanquished the darkness.

A lone silhouette of a young man, holding a sword that appeared to be the source of the pillar came into sight.

The halo around the young man made it almost blinding to look at him, but it nevertheless prompted beads of cold sweat to roll down Lucas' forehead.

"Fuck!" Lucas cursed out under his breath but before he could react, he felt his body being frozen in place.