"Death Knight, where are you going?"
The three giants stared dumbfounded at Rone talking to himself, looked down at the key in their hands, and cursed to themselves—again it's useless. Why is the Death Knight so damn difficult to deal with?
The key works, just intermittently.
The opponents were three Seraphs. Rone, usually obedient, would comply with anything… except when he heard Wayne's name. At that point, three keys were nothing more than a prop.
The underlying reason? It wasn't Shadowmare, nor the title of Death Knight, but...
Yuliya!!!
Rone's thoughts were restrained; he couldn't think beyond the haze, only recalling Yuliya practicing her "skills" beneath Wayne's hips—apparently, she practiced for quite a while.
His heart grew heavy, uninterested in everything else.
Even he didn't understand why. When he tried to think deeply, it eluded him. All he knew was that he had to reclaim Yuliya.
"Death Knight, come back!" x3
