Paladin of the Dead God

The Death Knight Levante halted a short distance away instead of clashing with Isaac immediately.

Isaac briefly entertained the thought of slicing off his opponent’s head while he stood defenseless, but he knew such an act would demoralize Elil’s forces. Thus, he stood his ground.

Now that he had stepped forward to represent the Elil Knights, he had no choice but to respond in kind if his opponent sought an honorable duel.

"Isaac Issacrea. Supreme Commander of the Issacrea Dawn Army."

[Isaac! The famed Holy Grail Knight. Your renown has reached even this distant land, and I’ve long heard of you. But tell me—why did you skulk in like a thief instead of facing us on the open battlefield?]

A mocking laughter rippled through the undead ranks. If Isaac were merely an Elil knight, he might have felt slighted. But the undead had chosen their target poorly.

Isaac responded coldly.

"Because I’m here to win, not act like a fool."

The atmosphere instantly froze. To Isaac, it was amusing to see a defeated foe try to mock him. With that, he deemed their introductions complete and spurred his horse forward.