I am going to die....
Lukas could feel it coldly. He was going to die if he went into battle again against the sword knight. This was not merely a possibility — it was something that was only moments away from happening.
Without him realizing it, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, slowly sliding down. The hand holding the sword shook like a twig in a storm.
With each step the sword knight took, the aura around its frame rose by several times. At this point, it seemed as if the knight had completely abandoned the idea of a trial. It was now a game of life and death, and it was willing to give its life just to take Lukas down with it.
Even from a distance, Lukas could feel the knight's stubbornness, and his heart turned cold.
Yeah... I am definitely going to die.
He became certain of it. If he played the game fairly, there was only one ending he could see.
While he was lost in thought, the knight closed the distance.
