|When equipped on Beowulf,|
All allies will inflict 20% bonus damage against [Dragon] while on the field.
|---My men were scattered and fled, and what was left was only I, frail and thin, and a young knight quivering in his boots.
This large shield, will it withstand the dragon's breath? Even if it did, how would we defeat it? Where is its weak point, and how difficult would it be to pierce it? Time slowed down to a crawl. That gave me time to think. Why was I fighting? Did I think that I could fight? The passion of my youth should have long faded, leaving behind only a desire for peace.
"...Ah, so that's it."
The fighting spirit that should have been lost, begins anew. This would be where I die, a hell befitting my end.
As I aged, the passion I had when defeating Grendel was no more. But, at my back there was peace. Countless people could enjoy a modest happiness, living lives without desperation or suffering.
"I have to behave like a king sometimes."
Not for myself, not for fame, nor for riches. As a king, I would fulfil my duty.
Rise up--- Beowulf. Your strength is far from your prime. But it is certainly not all lost.