Azrael felt his heart being filled with anticipation; was he about to witness a grand battle between the two mighty monsters?
'Maybe the Death Knight attacks the King, loses badly due to their power difference, and we swoop in at the last moment and kill it. That way we would have closed the Rift and be returned back to the human realm, while the Proven would be left on their own.'
The best-case scenario came into his head only to vanish a second later. He knew his luck; nothing in this life was so easy.
The King's hollow gaze lingered on the Death Knight for several moments. One looked like an immovable statue, being able to best two beings of the same power level single-handedly. While the other looked like it held the power to collapse the cathedral with a single movement.
Slowly, the lips of the Scalded Crown parted; its voice was calm. Unnervingly so—no hint of fear, hesitation, or regret, almost robotic in a way similar to the system the Chosen possessed.
