My Alter Ego is Becoming a Giant

Perpetually snow-covered frozen tundra in the northernmost region of the continent.

And there, a massive battle was raging.

[...Quite formidable. Truly worthy of being my adversary. Knight of Light!]

A figure hovered in the air, black robes billowing, scattering dark energy.

With an army of undead under his command, he resembled a demon king descending upon the land.

A calamity reborn on the continent. The Immortal King.

Within the shattered and grotesque mask, there were only skulls, and the eerie blue flames emanating from its eye sockets filled those who encountered it with dread.

"Indeed, deserving to be called the nightmare of the continent, Immortal King! But we will never surrender as long as the power of light is with us. We will not falter!"

The knight, facing him with a gleaming sword of light, shouted defiantly.

Through continued combat, armor was battered and wounds were sustained, but the two eyes were still aflame with conviction.

"Yeah, it's not as tough as I thought."

"If we gather our strength, we can definitely prevail!"

And the comrades beside him.

Each one was a reversal hero who had overcome various hardships to reach this point.

Clang!

As the knights and the undead united, they launched into another intense battle.

While the comrades held back the undead, the Knight of Light and the Immortal King resumed their relentless skirmish, again and again.

The sword, enveloped in radiance, cut through the darkness like pitch-black ink, tracing beautiful arcs, while the cursed abyss bared its fangs, eager to devour the light.

The flow of the continuous battle, exchanging blows without giving an inch, seamlessly intertwining with coordinated attacks.

The precise back-and-forth felt like a meticulously choreographed drama.

'It does feel like a drama. But how did it come to this...'

Yes.

The terror reborn on the continent, the moving calamity. The Immortal King.

A holy knight of the Divine Order and a sword of conviction. The Knight of Light.

And even the self, watching the spectacle in the warm room, tearing into the chicken like watching a movie.

Because they were all 'me.'