The Shock Brought by God's Path!

The Death Knight didn't spare a single glance at his own grave.

He continued his patrols, through the fiefdom, across the golden fields, and along the shadowy edge of the Black Forest.

Mounted on his skeletal Pegasus, he stood at the border, where the forest's corruption met the fertile land.

For a fleeting moment, William thought he saw a change.

The forest's creeping rot; the leprous patches of blight and alienation, seemed to ease slightly, as if held back by the knight's presence. The wounds of the earth no longer spread as aggressively.

William hesitated, glancing at the Death Knight's towering figure. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Was it the black magician who resurrected you?"

There was no denying the connection between the Black Mage and the Death Knight's return. William was sure of it.

The Death Knight answered, his voice harsh and resolute: