Gawain lifted his shield with his left hand, standing it before his chest.
Powerful enemies surrounded him, a total of five Heritage Knights, plus Lancelot.
Such a lineup, without a Fourth Tier Transcendent, could easily sweep through all of Europe.
Yet, there was no sign of tension on Gawain's face.
It wasn't that his strength was truly powerful enough to oppose all present, but Gawain's will and spirit would not allow him to bow under any circumstance.
Because he was a Radiant Knight.
Destined to shine upon the world like the sun.
He extended his right hand, a cut opening in his palm, and crimson blood seeped out from it. At the same time, it seemed as if the sun in the sky was drawn to it, actively converging upon Gawain's hand.
In an instant, a glowing longsword appeared in Gawain's right hand.
The blood dispersed, forming special patterns that twined around the blade.