Turning Coat

"Sernal? Are you insane?!" Uwasa had never imagined that the one blocking him would be Sernal! He trembled all over with agitation, unwilling to believe what he was seeing.

"Step over my corpse!" Sernal said nothing more. He merely raised his scythe before him, just as he had once raised his holy sword.

"Reinforcements? Let me see what's going on. Who came? Oh—holy shit!" Dos Antony had thought the kingdom's reinforcements had arrived when the attack that had left him helpless was blocked. But once he saw who it was, his heart sank completely! The Nazgûl he had been fighting had actually gone to fight another Nazgûl... This was simply... fucking insane! Had the world gone mad to this extent? Or had he not slept well last night and mistaken what he saw?

"This world has probably gone mad..." Dos Antony muttered.

"Have the Nazgûl all gone insane now?" Cort said in shock.

"Has His Highness's reach extended all the way into Mordor? Do we have an agent among the enemy's upper ranks?" Dos Antony did not dare think too deeply about it. The more he thought, the more terrifying it became! No wonder Sernal had not tried to kill him just now—he was one of their own! King Roland was incredible! He had even talked a Nazgûl into defecting! (Roland: So?)

"Sernal! You're insane! Move aside! I can pretend I never saw anything!" Uwasa was utterly numb. You were a fucking Nazgûl, yet you were pulling out a knight's opening stance? What, nostalgia play?

"Step over my corpse!" Sernal remained unmoved, still firmly standing before Wes with the Soul Scythe raised stubbornly.

"You beast! Traitor! Scum! Do you really think I don't dare attack you?" Uwasa was completely disappointed. This Nazgûl's soul fire had probably burned out.