Like all the fallen warriors, Willor was armed with a sword. He wore nothing but a torn cloak and old clothes.
However, Klaus was wrong about one thing.
Willor was not as strong as he was when he died. No, he was much stronger. Every day, his body was saturated with energy, and the Lost Knight was preparing him for his return during the next Thunder of Tour Howls.
His body was not as strong or fast physically due to his damaged muscles and bones, but energy flowed from him in powerful waves.
Ethan felt it as soon as they entered Willor's strike zone.
It became harder to breathe. It vaguely resembled the aura of the Ceremony Master, who was a Second Rank Carrier, but only partially. After all, even at his peak, Willor was far from that level of power.
'Damn, this is bad,' Ethan thought. 'After all, I'm a First Rank Carrier who doesn't have a single Ring. Will I even stand a chance against the Lost Knight? Maybe my Element Spark is in someone else? Shit, that's unlikely.'
