The Shadowmare, pure white as snow, the heavy knight's armor, a tattered cloak woven from death essence, and that skull head wreathed in black smoke – who else could it be but the Headless Knight.
Wayne: ∑(O_O;)
Had the Headless Knight found his head?
Wayne's mouth fell open, and he remained in shock for quite a while.
The Headless Knight regaining his head meant the complete defeat of the Devil Alliance, returning to their pinnacle to redeem their previous disgrace; no longer would he be the disgraced infantry without a horse or head.
At the same time, the Death Knight had shaken off control, his will returned to himself, no longer requiring the next knight to inherit his sword and steed.
Contemplating this, Wayne's feelings were extremely complicated. The Death Knight had been a good sensory experience, a pure man brave enough to face a bleak life, with a spirit of resilience worthy of admiration. He was pleased to see the other free from control.