"At that time, as a subordinate who put forth all their efforts to protect His Majesty King Roy, I witnessed the sharp axe blade whistling towards me, sparking a series of blinding flashes on my blood-soaked white armor, as chilling and penetrative as the scythe of the death."
The White Knight's calm voice began to falter and become unstable.
"In the end, the axe blade roared as it successfully tore through the armor, its powerful force ripping through flesh and shattering bones until it sent me flying."
"Even today, I still vividly remember the ferocious face of my opponent filled with manic laughter, as well as King Roy's eyes filled with blood and his outstretched hand."
"Later, as I lay heavily on the ground, darkness loomed in front of me, and I nearly lost all my senses as the sounds of intense combat filled with wailing and manic laughter around me gradually faded away, as if there were layers and layers of doors separating me from them."
