365. Laugh of Victory

The air was cold, so much so that Sylvester found it hard to breathe. His body froze from the strange magic that the Shadow Knight used, and to even move an inch, he had to spend almost all of his strength. 

He clenched his teeth in desperation. He already had an enemy sitting on his side. Now another one appeared, and both could kill him easily. But he still had a way out just for situations like these, although it was also self-destructive. 

'Should I use my last resort?' 

"Why have you been following me?" He asked in a low roar. 

The Shadow Knight approached Sylvester, coming to a halt a mere two feet away. The temperature plummeted to such an extent that Sylvester could feel his saliva solidifying, his body straining to preserve warmth in his bloodstream.

"A Half-elf, a preacher of Solis, a pretender."