The shadow energy remaining in Dakoul's Blessing was finally exhausted, scoured away by the negative energy the Death Knight released before his death.
The black smoke winding around Renato rapidly dispersed as though scattered by the wind, revealing the heavy, dark armor beneath.
A lingering chill seeped through the grain of the metal toward his flesh. Tightening his grip on his sword, he turned to look at the trembling ruins beside him.
Stones tumbled from the top of the rubble. Several long planks were suddenly thrown aside from below, their dull crashes echoing through the empty streets and alleys.
It was no enemy. Klauthsura broke through the surface of the ruins, rose into the air on a cushion of psionics, and landed steadily beside Renato.
The female Dragonborn's face was covered in gray-white dust, leaving her looking thoroughly bedraggled.
But when she confirmed that Renato was still standing, the psionic glow surging in her golden, slit-pupiled eyes visibly steadied.
Klauthsura's voice sounded in Renato's mind.
"The space beneath the damaged buildings was cramped. I used the terrain to dispose of all three remaining Death Knight attendants."
The female Dragonborn looked at the remains on the ground beside the swordsman, then at the surrounding paving stones covered in scorch marks and corrosion. With a note of worry, she added:
"So it really was a Death Knight... Judging by the residual negative energy, he must have been a high-ranking undead."
"Renato, you shouldn't have engaged him yourself. If you'd just held him off for a moment, I could have supported you from behind with my psionics. There was no need to take the extra risk..."
Apparently, they had both been thinking of supporting the other. Renato chuckled inwardly. As he listened to Klauthsura's admonitions, he used the brief respite to review the