Siegfried no class

With my blood roaring in my ears, I rocketed towards Lung, letting loose every ounce of Siegfried’s power. I could feel his other Noble Phantasms clamoring for attention, to be used — Balmung’s true form, a cloak of invisibility, an eight-legged horse with an unstoppable charge — but I didn’t need any of them with his pure, raw strength singing through my veins.