Gareth reached up to touch his neck—and immediately panicked.0

His armor had been crafted with utmost care by the bone dragon clan. It was top-tier enchanted armor that was close to the level of an artifact.1

But his helmet was something he had cobbled together himself, buckled on as mere decoration. Even the glow of the soulfire within was purely cosmetic. It had originally been meant as a disguise so that he could pass for a death knight while away from home.4

But that last Sacred Slash had been so violent that its shockwave had blown the helmet clean off.0

Flustered, Gareth hurriedly reattached the helmet. The fight had been fierce, and there weren't any spectators nearby, but if anyone had seen him clearly, if word spread that he was a headless knight, his wife would inevitably find out.4

He'd have to weld...0