"Above you! Dodge!"
A voice warned Yang Yi. Only then did he notice Reinhardt overhead, running across the water at almost exactly the same speed as him.
"What..."
Yang Yi was stunned. He had not expected Reinhardt to have arrived, much less to have been there for quite a while.
And whose voice was that...
Before Yang Yi could think, another warning came.
"Here it comes!"
Yang Yi's three eyes caught Reinhardt's motion as he prepared to draw his sword. He immediately pushed Su Na away, then was engulfed in white light.
The slash all but cleaved the sea apart, scattering the mist and illuminating the sea that had already returned to darkness.
"You're no match for him. Hand your body over to me. Let me take over!" the voice urged.
Only then did Yang Yi finally realize that it was the suit of armor he wore speaking.
The Forsworn Soul, which had long been inactive, stirred at that moment, perhaps stimulated by the Holy Light. Meanwhile, the intrusion of the Forsworn Soul caused Yang Yi's Sanity to slowly decline, though the decline was very gradual.
"If I let you take over, can you win?"
Yang Yi asked, feeling greater pressure than ever, because he had lost track of the Paladin again.
He was also wounded. His left arm was gone, along with a small section above it. Even the Forsworn Armor's resistance to Radiant Magic could not withstand a slash like that.
"No, but I'd die more slowly than you," the Forsworn Soul replied.
"Then what the hell are you talking for? Better to let me do it. At least I won't lose!"
Yang Yi rejected the Forsworn Soul and took out a short spear, snow-white and made entirely of salt. He readied it to plunge into his chest,