Caron sprinted across the summit of the fortress, his gaze fixed ahead.0

As the dark mage noticed Caron's approach, he flicked his wand slightly. With a sharp creak, two undead rose from the ground. Their eyes gleamed blue, and ominous mana radiated from their figures.0

Caron immediately recognized them as Death Knights. They were once-proud warriors now enslaved by dark mages, unable to find peace even in death. The knights charged toward him, and he caught sight of the insignia of the Keath Kingdom etched onto their armor. They were once honorable knights who fought for glory, but had now become mindless pawns. 0

Poor souls, Caron thought. His sword, Guillotine, glowed with a cold blue light, steady and dark. Then he steeled himself to give them their final rest.0

Caron gathered his mana while studying their swords. Death Knights used the sword techniques of their past life. These ones moved in the old Keasian style—a crushing stance, forward-weighted. It was the Keath Kingdom's hallmark Sword of Shattering, now sharpened to a lethal extreme. Additionally, fine black dust fell from their blades. It was a poison that would drain the life from any creature it touched. Caron had to end this fast.0

With a sudden rush, both...0