"You really are a battle-hungry knight!"
Leaning on his black dragon-bone staff, Nefarian struggled to straighten his back. Chromatus had drained far too much of his life force, leaving him looking as though he had successfully lost weight, a full two sizes thinner. Yet even in this condition, the Blackrock King had not abandoned the "poise" he insisted on maintaining.
Although his left hand clenched with an audible crackle, although undisguised hatred filled his eyes, a false smile still hung on his now-ugly face.
"So you were the one who dealt me that fatal blow?"
The Paladin said nothing. He continued forward, the warhammer in his left hand already trailing behind him. The Black Dragon Prince laughed loudly, but his question went unanswered, and that false smile finally faded, replaced by the savage expression befitting a villain.
The moment Dick swung his warhammer in a full arc through the air and brought it down on the Blackrock King, the weakened Nefarian opened his left hand. His pale hand appeared amid black light, and a hideous, enormous black dragon claw, utterly out of proportion to the black dragon's humanoid body, emerged and firmly caught the crystal hammerhead falling from above.
The dragon claw tightened. Black energy surged out, completely extinguishing the golden holy light burning over the Fire of Justice.
Nefarian looked at Dick. His stark white teeth formed a dangerous curve against lips that looked increasingly blood-red.
"I'm curious. Have you ever considered whether someone like you can take my life?"
The Blackrock King resembled a frail old man, but before he truly fell, he could still bite to death those who rashly provoked him.
Dick was not surprised, however. He tilted his head and clenched his right hand into a fist.
The first golden halo rose over him, forming