Roar! A deafening dragon roar exploded beside Wes. Uwasa's outstretched hand met Villy, who had been lying in wait, head-on. The surging demonic dragon breath pushed Uwasa straight through the air.
No matter how hard Uwasa racked his brains, he could not understand how a third-tier knight had a dragon at his side. He remained in that posture as the dragon breath silently carried him away. Only after being blasted more than a hundred meters did he realize that this knight looked familiar—he had probably seen him during that battle five years ago, the one that had caused him unbearable pain...
"Heh. Time..." Uwasa gave a mocking laugh. The Power of Space seeped from his body and formed a spatial membrane, stripping him out of this space. The dragon breath passed through his afterimage and poured freely across the empty wilderness.
"It was you who took Sernal..." Uwasa's voice no longer carried its usual flippancy, replaced by endless grief. Among all the Black Knights and Nazgûl, only Sernal and Uwasa had truly understood one another. They had both retained what little honor and conscience remained of a knight. The difference was that Sernal had broken free of the One Ring's control and transcended it completely, while Uwasa remained bound by the One Ring.
"You have no right to mention Senior Sernal! You never understood him! You cold-blooded Nazgûl!" Wes lifted the tattered tent before him with a sweep of his sword and stepped out. The Sernal Holy Sword in his hand glimmered with an illusory, ethereal light. The sacred aura around it entwined with Wes's evil Dragon Power, creating a bewitching yet bizarre sight.
"Hehehe! Insolent brat, what could you possibly know of the One Ring's might?" Uwasa stepped out of the void. Having evaded the dragon breath, he calmly