Rematch.
"What was that...?" Cold sweat beaded on his brow, his pupils dilating in confusion.
Goosebumps rose on his body as he felt a sensation he thought was almost lost to him—death.
His throat felt dry as he looked at the figure before him, one who had not moved, standing with seemingly no openings, glaring at him.
"Did I feel fear?!... Me?!... Hahaha!!! He became stronger... I could swear I died because I was too careless... This will be more fun!", he thought with a perverted smile, battle-maniac as he was, he felt excited at the prospect of fighting Ossa, even though he had dashed back after his instincts warned him of his impending death.
Ossa, now a death knight, embodied the aura of death.
"His aura is like that of a death knight. This is fun," the warrior smiled from ear to ear, excited at the prospect of fighting him.