The Holy Sword Reforged!

"A knight's strength is boundless glory!" Sernal's hooked scythe whirled madly through the air, Battle Qi crisscrossing like drifting clouds and forcing the three Nazgûl to halt. They were difficult to kill, but not immortal! Faced with a frenzied Nazgûl who had turned against them, they had no reason to trade their lives for his!

"Traitor! I curse you!" Khamûl pushed himself up, pulled back, and once again surrounded Sernal and the other man.

"Call back your dragon! It won't help us now! Unless you want to be a target!" Sernal said quietly. If Ninth Ringwraith Uvasar had not been here, Wes could have ridden away on his dragon without a care. But now, surrounded by three Nazgûl, Sernal was not confident that Wes alone could escape Uwasa's pursuit...

"Whoosh!" Hazy Mental Power surged forth, forming a shield around Wes and protecting him. Sernal kept him behind him as he stared at Lidilias and Khamûl in the distance. He completely ignored Uwasa behind him. After all, the mental barrier formed from his Soul Power—a form of mental strength—perfectly countered the Power of Space. The Power of Space, which could easily tear open the void, was like a clay ox sinking into the sea when facing Soul Power. A resilient mind was indestructible!

"When did you become like this?" Uwasa did not choose to launch a sneak attack from behind. They were all Nazgûl who had existed for millennia; there was no need for Mordor tricks. They knew each other far too well. Uwasa knew he could not possibly succeed in a surprise attack, because in Sernal, he saw the shadow of the Witch-king of Angmar, king of the Nazgûl. Even he could not overlook that immense power. It was a power distinct from that of the Nazgûl.

"Perhaps I was