There was no victory or defeat, nor a distinction between life and death.
The Death Knight Wayne remained immobile, gazing at the angels locked in a fight to the death, two red glows in the eye sockets of his skeletal face silently unmoving, not a ripple of emotion to be found.
He was waiting for Austin to make the first move.
However, there was no sign of Austin; some unforeseen event must have occurred on his side, and he had been absent for a long time.
If he didn't show up, Sophia was doomed today.
"Are you going to use my hand to slay the disobedient pawn, or are you waiting for me to strike first?" The Death Knight touched the scar on his face, a sting reminding him as if it had been just yesterday.
An abnormal situation certainly spelled trouble!
If the enemy doesn't move, neither do I!
The first to act is doomed!
