Beneath the tattered black robe was an illusory, mist-like body. Deep-blue Soul Fire flickered within the black hood, while phantom blazing-white flames burned along the enormous scythe blade over two meters long.
Shadows occasionally surfaced within the flames, letting out agonized wails. They were the souls that had been harvested.
The warhorse, long since decayed until only its skeleton remained, neighed as its four hooves lightly pawed at the ground. Flames billowed from its mouth and nostrils. The knight sat atop it, silent within hollow armor.
The body had died, yet the steps of its charge had never ceased.
The Soul Eater and Death Knight stood to either side, completely blocking the passage.
The doctor felt that if he could still sweat right now, his entire back would have been soaked through.
The Soul Eater released a strange howl and brought down its scythe. Ignoring the barriers of space, the blazing-white flames roiled with countless shrill roars, carrying a Mental Impact powerful enough to drive ordinary Transcendents mad.
The doctor twisted his body and barely dodged it.
Yet the surging flames still scorched his body. Even he could not help letting out a painful howl at the sensation of his soul being burned.
The Death Knight remained silent and raised the Greatsword in its hand.
The spectral warhorse beneath it thundered forward, kicking up clouds of dust.
Charge!
The tides of deathly aura and magic power swept forth, erupting in dazzling radiance.
Energy poured from the doctor's body like a great river, turning into gleaming crystals that blossomed into bloom, their ultimate dreamlike beauty concealing endless killing intent.
Yet the Death Knight's charge was not hindered. Wherever it passed, crystalline flowers burst apart one after another, turning into dust that filled the sky.
With the will to die, it pressed