In the near-distant shoreline of the city, the battle between Nylian Feno and the flesh golem knight was gradually drawing to a close.
Through sheer skill alone, the elf managed to cut off three of the creature's hands. Although the latter profusely bled from all over his body, it did not show any signs of pain or distress.
A true undead creature to the bone.
However, in the bloodshot eyes of the aberrant knight, hints of fear and panic were slowly starting to creep in.
When it had been summoned, it had been given only one single directive - to kill the enemies.
Now, despite his summoners—Zora and Neer—having already died, the directive continued to echo inside his head. Relentlessly.
Either he killed the enemy, or he died trying. Again.
Nylian's breathing was a little strained as he gazed at his opponent who had received cuts from his blades all over his body. Despite that, he remained standing and facing him, albeit fearfully.
