It raises its sword and lets out a guttural roar that shakes the entire hall.
Zevran's claws twitch. "Should I—?"
"No need."
The Death Knight charges, the air cracking as its aura flares—a dark wave of necrotic power crashing forward. The sword swings down with enough force to crush a hill.
Alix doesn't even move. He catches the blade with one hand. The shockwave ripples outward, cracking the floor beneath him.
The Death Knight strains, its burning eyes widening in disbelief.
Alix's gaze sharpens slightly. "You're strong for a corpse."
He clenches his fist—
—and the Death Knight's entire chest caves in with a deafening boom. The black armor shatters, the undead's body disintegrating into ash and shadow in an instant.
Silence falls again.
The air hums. The runes on the walls ignite, one by one, forming a glowing circle beneath Alix's feet.
Zevran's wings flare. "Master—!"
