It had to be a dream since this situation didn't feel real at all.0

Knight Wellinger stared dazedly at the severed head of Knight Yankova. That was when he changed his mind. Forget 'dream,' this scene made him feel like he was stuck in a drunken stupor!0

A man who was shouting in anger a few seconds ago was now on the floor, his head separated from the rest of his body. How surreal was that?0

Splutter, splat…0

Fresh blood continued to gush out from the neck while producing a series of sickeningly bizarre noises. The blood spurting out from his sliced-open arteries matched the timing of his still-beating heart. It was as if Yankova's body refused to accept his death.0

But that didn’t last for long.0

The spasms rocking Yankova's body gradually petered out until it stopped altogether.0

That was… death.0

‘Yes, that is death!’0

Everyone sitting around the round table was rather familiar with death. After all, they had witnessed countless deaths in their lives. Not to forget, many had died from their hands, too.0

As a matter of fact, all the 'murders' they had committed so far should be enough to earn them the label of a genocidal maniac. Or, at the very least, that of a diabolical serial killer.0

That was why they should have been intimately familiar with the concept of death. However…!0

Yankova’s death imparted a different kind of ‘feeling.’0

Despite the supposed familiarity, ‘death’ was not a common occurrence to these Knights. It still roused this powerful...0