Amid the surging golden light, the blades scattered across the ground began to rattle. They rose on their own and descended upon the Viking Warriors huddled in the corners. Blood sprayed in an instant. They died before they could even let out a final scream.
Croft thought it might be the Elementalist's twisted idea of amusement. He watched his men fall one after another, watched blades flash before his eyes. After a long, despairing half-minute, the heavy sword in his hand began to rattle.
Your turn. He could almost hear the thoughts of that black speck above him.
Idiveer's face appeared before his eyes. This was the clearest moment of Croft's entire life. Faced with approaching death, he showed no emotion beyond a faint smile.
Still smiling, he moved his lips and extended his tongue, then tensed his limbs as though concentrating every last ounce of strength into his teeth. In the next instant, a sharp pain erupted and vanished just as quickly. His vision went black, and he lost all consciousness. His body slumped back like a bloodstained stone statue.
The hovering heavy sword slowly lowered, its tip by his feet and its hilt by his head, laid alongside him like a white chrysanthemum offered in mourning and respect.
"Whew." Above, Zeng Mu opened his eyes and let out a breath from deep within, looking considerably more relaxed.
"How did it go, Nameless?" Aikimu asked, looking at him.
"Not one left. No survivors," he replied casually.
"Do you know who their commander was? About how old was he?"
"I'm not sure, but I might have guessed who he was. He felt familiar, very much like someone I know."
Kanni, who had no idea what they meant, spoke for the other knights. "Let's go, Knight Commander. Won't we know once