Hvítreiðr.
Snow and dust swirled through the streets, and the rhythmic sounds of punches and kicks echoed in the air.
"Hah!" A right hook from Ülgen caught Benedict off guard as he attempted to summon his hammer again to defend himself.
Immediately after, a spinning kick struck the Archbishop in the torso, slamming him into a nearby building—which then collapsed on top of him. While struggling beneath the rubble, he could hear Ülgen approaching with heavy footsteps.
"Defeating you cost me more than I expected," said Ülgen. He then smashed through the debris with a punch and grabbed Benedict by the throat. Bringing his face close to the Archbishop's, he locked eyes with a gaze full of murderous intent. "What a pity I won't get to rot your corpse and play with your soul for years to come."
