He charged forward, grabbed the hilt of his dagger still jammed deep in the Death Knight's chest, and twisted with all his might. Holy energy surged out, bursting through the monster's armor like a crack of lightning.
BOOM!
The Death Knight stumbled, but refused to fall. It roared, teleporting backward in a haze of black mist — its severed hand already reforming mid-air. It blinked again, and again, hovering unsteadily as if trying to stay above the ground it could not fly over.
Raito grinned. "Teleporting mid-air to stay afloat, huh? You really don't want to die."
He stomped forward, mana exploding beneath his boots. "Then I'll make sure you do!"
He vanished in a blur.
The Death Knight's glowing eyes darted wildly—too slow.
Raito appeared behind it, dagger raised high. "Goodbye," he said quietly. "It was a pleasure fighting you."
He drove his dagger straight into the Death Knight's core.
[Critical Hit!]
