Everyone was stunned by the new turn of events. They felt their view of the world overturned; after all, no matter the artifact, an Errant Knight should not be able to defeat a Master Knight!
It was at this moment that Vale reached the location. He stepped on the ashes and picked up the construct sword. The sword was vibrating, thrumming with pain.
He threw it to the side. "This is useless for now. Who should I kill next....ah, WaterLord Freya! I've heard so much about you, the most feared in the ocean!"
The WaterLord looked at him with hesitant respect. She pointed her right hand, that's now made of ice. "You....Vale Athrimir. You are strong. Good, I will have a good fight here!"
Vale smiled, then he laughed loudly, his voice filled with malicious joy. Madness shone in his eyes. "I will enjoy fighting you too, but first. First, we must kill that pest!"
WaterLord Freya gave him a bewildered look. "Who?"
