The Black Knights raced through the forest like a pitch-black storm, yet they were eerily silent. The hooves of their skeletal warhorses touched the meadow as if they were floating in midair, leaving only the blue Soul Fires that drifted up and down with their bodies.
Brando kept his eyes fixed on the blades in their hands.
"You can't escape—" Brando heard Viscount Cadell's duck-like voice shrieking hysterically. "You know what choice you should make. You're a smart man. Do you really intend to abandon everything in your reality? The people you love, and the people who love you, all just to remain in this illusory dream?"
"I know you understand what's real. You're a strong person, not some weakling. You have to learn to choose what to give up."
"You're not a willful boy anymore. You understand your responsibilities—"
"Shut your mouth! A failure has no right to lecture me about responsibility—!" Brando flashed forward. The activation of Charge Skill sent him crashing head-on into a Black Knight like a rhinoceros. The Black Knight had never expected these feeble humans to dare launch an attack. The Soul Fire in its eyes suddenly flared, but it was useless. Brando had already planted one hand on its steel mask and dragged it from its warhorse.
With a thunderous boom, the Black Knight was yanked from the saddle and slammed onto the ground.
Brando landed behind them in a single flash. The Black Knights were startled and hurriedly turned their mounts around, surrounding him once more. Brando raised his head and surveyed the situation. He felt a little disappointed to see the Black Knight that had fallen from its horse straighten its helmet and rise again. Silver Peak strength was still too weak; he had merely caught the opponent off guard. If