An existence very few had ever seen.
Under the numerous astonished stares, the Death Knight stood mightily in the middle of the Magic Circle, brandishing its huge scythe menacingly. The two crimson orbs floating within the hollowed sockets of its skull blazes continuously as it glares fiercely at Grimm, who in response, is grinning hungrily towards him.
“Oi seriously? They’re gonna make him fight a Death Knight for the final battle?”
“That’s just insane! He might be strong but a Death Knight is Class S monster. Even a party of Emerald Rankers can’t guarantee victory against it.”
Grimm heard such exclamations from the spectators as they all turn to the Proctor desiring to demand an explanation. Their faces all expressing that it’s unreasonable. However, their disagreeing mindsets immedi
