Amilcare heard the singing.
——What does this mean? I've heard that some rare traditional Heroes might sing a song before making the ultimate sacrifice. But this rebellious martial artist's level of Inner Strength is even higher than Holy Knight Ashur's, so he shouldn't be without the strength to fight me.
——A trap?
These thoughts flashed through Amilcare's mind as he swept his lance horizontally. The shaft of the lance vibrated at high speed, smashing the wall in front of him like a powerful jackhammer.
Amilcare charged into a conference room. The solid wood table turned to sawdust in an instant in front of him. Amidst the flying wood chips, he swung his lance again, shattering the surrounding walls to maximum exposure to the room.
The high-precision Prosthetic Ears could even pick out a melodious song amid the industrial noise.
"...Echoes the beating of the drums/There is a life about to start/When tomorrow comes."
This is it.
