Wayne's lips curled into a smile. Using the Pale Knight form against Rone would be a safer choice, but analyzing Rone's peculiar preferences, he thought of a less conventional, almost humiliating strategy.
More efficient!
To end this fight quickly, to counter the Devil, to ensure world peace—he had no choice but to compromise himself, defying his conscience to play the role of a blond brat just this once.
Clang!!
Wayne waved his hand into the Void and drew out Shadowmare. Death Aura coursed through his body, yet he did not assume the skeletal appearance of a Death Knight.
Having gained Divine Power through Death, his mastery over Shadowmare had risen to new heights. He could perfectly control Shadowmare without turning into a mere frame of bones.
"My sword..."
Rone slightly raised his hand but pulled back midway, speaking slowly, "Wayne, don't let me see that sword. If I fail to overcome the telepathic pressure and seize it, your defeat will be inevitable."
