Tyrion frowned, not because he had reacted to the Dead Fairy's words, but simply because the blow he had just landed had felt a little off.
He seemed to have struck exactly where he had intended to, but somehow it felt as if space itself had played a trick on him.
Still, although he was puzzled, that didn't stop him from firing back. "Is that so? People have also called me Khorne's Chosen and Khaine's Chosen. Do you know what happened to them in the end?"
"Heh." With a soft chuckle, the Dead Fairy drew two rapiers and began to dance. "You know why I use weapons like these? Because they don't damage your corpse too much when I kill you. And I know a Chosen of Nurgle who can preserve corpses. He should be able to help me enjoy yours to the fullest." As he spoke, the Dead Fairy licked his lips, looking thoroughly delighted.
The Dead Fairy was already dancing, and Tyrion instinctively raised the Sunfire Sword in his hand to block. He managed to parry just one strike. When the second came, that strange sensation returned, and by the time he realized what was happening, it felt as though the Dead Fairy's other rapier was about to pierce his throat.
But at that moment, Tyrion called out, "Dragon Armor!" In an instant, his armor seemed to come alive, extending a scale-like plate that blocked the rapier and kept it from piercing his throat.
Even so, Tyrion felt terrible. But as the High Elves' greatest warrior, he endured the pain in his throat and swung the Sunfire Sword again.
But at that moment, he shouted, "Fire!"
As Tyrion swung, a frenzied Fire Storm erupted from his Sunfire Sword.
It engulfed everything around them.
And then Tyrion finally saw