66: Death

Chapter 66: Death

In the heat of battle, **Mynstar** finally stood face to face with the **Death Knight**. The battlefield around them seemed to fade away as the two warriors locked eyes, the air between them heavy with tension.

**Death Knight**: (grinning darkly) "You've come far, Mynstar. But why fight against me when you can join my army? You could replace me... become the new Death Knight. Think about it—power beyond your imagination. Lord Fenrir will welcome you into the fold."

Mynstar's grip on his spear tightened, his fiery determination burning as he recalled the face of his childhood friend, the **Princess of Lathunia**, and the promise he had made to her.

**Mynstar**: (firmly) "I'll never betray my people! I made a vow to protect Princess Lathunia... and I'll never break that promise!"

The Death Knight's smirk faltered for a moment, before he let out a low, sinister chuckle.

**Death Knight**: (mocking) "So noble... so naive. You're wasting your potential on these mortals. But no matter... let's see if you can back up those words."

With that, the two clashed, and the fight that followed was nothing short of legendary.

Mynstar's spear blazed with fire, the flames licking the air around him. His body seemed to radiate heat, transforming him into a living inferno. With a powerful burst of speed, he launched his signature attack, **Blazing Lancer**, his entire form resembling the blazing sun itself as he charged at the Death Knight.

The attack was so fast, it appeared impossible to dodge. The ground beneath Mynstar's feet scorched with his passage, and the air crackled with the intensity of the heat.

**Mynstar**: (shouting) "Blazing Lancer!"

The Death Knight barely managed to sidestep the first strike, his armor smoking from the close call, while using his massive sword to block the following blows. But something was off—he didn't seem worried or desperate. Instead, there was a glint of amusement in his cold, dead eyes.

**Death Knight**: (grinning) "Good... very good. But this... this is only a warm-up."

The Death Knight was not fighting as though his life was on the line. He blocked and dodged Mynstar's attacks with an ease that sent chills down Mynstar's spine. It was as though this was nothing more than a serious sparring session to him, rather than a true battle to the death.

Suddenly, the Death Knight shifted, his body emanating a dark, malevolent energy. **Death Aura** began to spread from him like a wave, engulfing the area around them. Mynstar's assault slowed, his previously blazing speed now reduced to a crawl as the suffocating presence of death crept into his soul.

The **Death Aura** brought with it the overwhelming sensation of standing on the brink of death. The more Mynstar fought to stay alive, the more it tightened its grip on him, sapping his strength and confidence.

**Mynstar**: (gasping) "W-What's happening?!"

The Death Knight laughed cruelly, watching as Mynstar's once unstoppable momentum was brought to a screeching halt.

**Death Knight**: (mocking) "You feel it, don't you? That's the taste of death. No matter how fast or strong you are, in the end, death is inevitable. You fight because you want to live... but that only makes it stronger."

Mynstar's heart raced as he struggled against the overwhelming pressure, his movements slowing further. His fiery attacks, once a blur of speed and power, were now being easily parried and countered by the Death Knight.

**Death Knight**: (coldly) "This is nothing compared to Lord Fenrir's Death Aura and magic. His presence alone could crush your will to live. You think you're strong, Mynstar? You've only scratched the surface of what true power looks like."

Mynstar's confidence began to falter as the weight of the Death Knight's words sank in. His once brilliant flames flickered, their intensity diminishing as despair started to creep in.

The Death Knight, seeing the fear in Mynstar's eyes, smiled darkly. He could sense that Mynstar's spirit was beginning to break.

**Death Knight**: (menacingly) "You would make a fine addition to our ranks, Mynstar. Why waste your talents fighting for a kingdom doomed to fall? Surrender now, and I will spare your life. I will make you stronger than you ever dreamed possible. You will become my successor... the new Death Knight."

Mynstar clenched his teeth, shaking off the fear as best he could. He couldn't give in—not now, not ever. But the power of the Death Aura was like nothing he had ever faced. He felt his body weaken, his mind cloud with doubt.

**Mynstar**: (gritting his teeth) "I... won't... give in...!"

But the Death Knight was done with toying with him. With a swift strike, he disarmed Mynstar, sending his spear flying across the battlefield. Before Mynstar could react, the Death Knight grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air, squeezing just tight enough to show he had control.

**Death Knight**: (taunting) "You've fought well, but this is where it ends for you... alive, for now. You'll make a fine trophy for Lord Fenrir."

Mynstar struggled in his grip, the flames around him dying out completely as he gasped for air. The Death Knight had defeated him, and now his fate hung in the balance.