As heavy footsteps, sharp gusts, and hearty laughter echoed from the distance, a surging black tide burst onto the horizon, roaring down the wide avenue like a flood.
This elite force of more than a dozen warriors stormed into the square—a place where only the strong could stand—and then pressed straight toward the outskirts of Silbern.
They slowed as they reached the battlefield where the Quincies had once fought and fled. The sight caught Haschwalth’s eye.
Those familiar figures stirred a faint sense of nostalgia within him.
Such a powerful force, such unstoppable momentum—he had experienced it before. And yet now, to see it unfold on the soil of the Wandenreich... the irony was almost cruel.
"What’s going on? Shouldn’t it be king against king, captain against captain?"
Haschwalth quickly calmed himself. Though the sudden appearance of the fallen caught him off guard, there was no need for panic—as long as they could wipe out the invaders in one stroke.
"They are fearsome warriors too. Masatsuki Aozaki never said anything about one-on-one duels."
Askin remained composed, busily calculating variables in his mind.
Doubt crept into Haschwalth’s heart. After all, these were the ones who had brought down his predecessors.
"They once wiped out an entire legion... and now there are even more unfamiliar faces. I’m not sure we can hold them back."
His tone was grim, his expression heavy.
"Their numbers alone complicate my calculations. And those new faces among them... they’re no pushovers."
Askin’s gaze fell on Rangiku Matsumoto, Nelliel, and Lilynette, who had joined the ranks of the original captains. His expression darkened.
Haschwalth stayed silent. If the enemy wanted a head-on clash, then so be it.
At least, thanks to His Majesty’s foresight, the Wandenreich had gained greater strength than ever at the first sign of attack.
The invaders were strong and many, but even with just the two of them, it might still be a fight worth taking.
However, when he saw a flash of light and a soul stream into Yhwach’s body, Haschwalth’s eyes narrowed slightly.
That soul had been summoned through Auswählen. And it looked like Yhwach was slowly being pushed back by Masatsuki Aozaki.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself.
No matter what, they would fight with everything they had—for the Wandenreich, for their beliefs.
For the one person who truly acknowledged his existence: the "King of the Quincy," his supreme lord, the one he must protect above all.
On one side was His Majesty, locked in battle with a powerful foe. On the other was himself, deep in enemy lines. Thousands of meters of pure white terrain separated them, both caught in precarious positions.
His Majesty had been forced to use Auswählen—there was no doubt he was being overwhelmed in this clash of kings.
And now Haschwalth found himself surrounded, facing warriors who had once crushed entire armies.
It was a dire situation. Perhaps their story would end here.
Yet for some reason, a faint sorrow welled up in Haschwalth’s heart.
"To face overwhelming odds, to display our valor, to guard His Majesty’s glory—this is the epic that belongs to heroes!"
Clad in white, Haschwalth raised the Freund Schild and, without looking back, charged straight into the enemy ranks.
He didn’t hesitate for even a second.
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