Stunned
The knight stared at his fallen partner, his pupils shrinking as if his mind refused to accept what his eyes were showing him.
His sword slipped from his grasp and clattered weakly against the stone floor.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this outcome.
Three Level 13 awakeners, elites chosen by the guild, reduced to corpses by a necromancer who had only recently stepped into the abyss.
A rookie.
Yet here they were.
Dead.
His lips parted, but no sound came out.
A shudder ran through his body, violent and uncontrollable, as realization finally crashed down on him like a collapsing wall.
This wasn't luck.
This wasn't a coincidence.
This wasn't some clever trick that could be dismissed after the fact.
This was absolute domination.
The knight staggered backward, nearly losing his footing.
He raised his left hand and pressed it hard against his temple, as if he could physically restrain the violent dizziness tearing through his skull.
His vision swam.
