Chapter 36: Grave Knight
The four undead were cut into pieces as if they were butchered meat set up for cooking.
Riven was so shocked that he didn’t even feel the connection between them snap. What was that? What was that sword? Is that even a sword?
Not only the undead but their weapons were cut into shattered pieces as well. Blood and gore splashed onto Spartacus, making him look like a monstrous figure.
Spartacus returned his sword and faced Riven once again. "Is that all the tricks you can do? Pathetic. You are not worthy of my sword."
Riven gritted his teeth as he came to the realization that he wouldn’t survive. And if not for his Undying Sigil, he would have run already, but even then, his body moved back a step without his conscious will.
’...I don’t know what will happen if I fail... The Death Ledger spoke of me being reversed as the target.....but I don’t know what it means... But with the book twisting with my Sigil... I don’t want to risk anything...’
He had seen the sword that Spartacus drew. It wasn’t normal, even by a practitioner’s standard. It was a sword filled with hatred and deep, shimmering anger.
Riven opened his mouth and began to speak. The words came out like hissing, cold whispers that felt old and stale to the ears. "Grave Knight, Heed me!"
A cold wind blew in the clearing, and the ground shuddered as a ripple passed beneath. Riven’s shadow gained quality and slid free, turning into a door that rose from the ground.
Ancient words were etched into the edges of the door, and death aura radiated from it in waves. The door opened with an ear-grating sound, and the Grave Knight emerged.