Prologue

At the northernmost tip of the continent, a land of perpetual snow.

A great battle was taking place there.

[…Impressive. Truly worthy of being my adversary, Light Knight!]

A figure floated in the air, fluttering a black robe and scattering black energy.

With undead minions at its side, it looked as if the Demon King had descended.

A disaster reborn upon the continent. The Undead King.

Inside the grotesquely shattered mask lay nothing but a skull, and the blue glow emanating from its eye sockets sent terror into the hearts of all who beheld it.

“Truly, you are the nightmare of the continent, Undead King! But we will never give up! As long as the power of light is with us, we shall not be defeated!”

The knight, aiming his sword of light, boldly declared in defiance.

His armor was battered, injuries adorned his body from the ongoing battle, but his eyes burned with conviction.

“Yeah, this isn’t anything special, is it?”

“If we combine our strength, we can absolutely overcome this!”

And alongside him were his comrades.

Each one had overcome countless adversities to reach this point—heroes of reversal.

Ka-bang—!

Finally, the knight’s comrades and the undead clashed fiercely, re-engaging in the struggle.

As his allies held back the undead, the Light Knight and the Undead King resumed their battle yet again.

The sword, wrapped in radiance, cut through the pitch-black darkness, tracing a beautiful arc, while the cursed abyss lurked, ready to ensnare the light with its teeth.

The exchanges of attacks were seamless, a relentless flow of combat.

The beautifully coordinated offense seemed almost like a scripted play.

‘Well, I guess it is scripted. How did it come to this…?’

Yeah.

The terror reborn in the continent, the moving disaster. The Undead King.

A knight of the Holy Church Order and the sword of conviction. The Light Knight.

And even myself, comfortably watching the spectacle like a movie while tearing into some chicken.

It was all ‘me’.