Andre and his white horse became one as they raced down the hill.0

Rommel took hold of the situation and ordered the soldiers supporting the knight's siege to split left and right. The back of the army opened the way, and the layers of soldiers surrounding the siege came apart.0

The soldiers’ hems fluttered in the wind from Andre’s relentless charge.0

Then, the final layer, the knights’ formation, was the only one left. Andre and his horse gradually sped up and advanced like a meteor.0

The knights opened the way, unveiling the last circular formation, with Crockta standing beyond it.0

A horse in a race didn’t have brakes. It only moved forward.0

Andre crouched down as he went beyond the natural world and into the world of the Pinnacle. Space around him contracted, and he pierced through the contortion of space and time toward his target.0

His lance had already pierced the line that stemmed from the tip of his spear to the enemy's heart. The sight of Crockta blankly staring at him came into view.0

Andre grinned. His lips curved into a smile from the anticipation of the collision.0

With his adrenaline at the maximum, his arms twitched from excitement. He extended his body forward as he embraced the imminent collision with his entire being.0

Crockta’s silhouette became blurry, but Andre didn’t stop.0

Bang!0

‘One.’0

Thud!0

‘Two.’0

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thud!0

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