The duel has reached its peak; to linger further invites unwanted chaos. Just as the duel reaches its end, the…
The duel has reached its peak; to linger further invites unwanted chaos. Just as the duel reaches its end, the Blackclad presses a secret letter into your palm. What secrets does it hold? Is she truly but a blade of someone at court? Old mysteries remain unsolved as new doubts arise. Before you can demand answers, she uses the momentum of your own strike to drift backward, effortlessly withdrawing from the fray.