The rustling sound of shifting metal echoed through the hall.
The statue moved—and just like last time, two crimson eyes gleamed from behind the helmet's visor.
But this time, something was different.
Instead of charging straight at them, the Dark Knight lingered. Then, slowly, it began to walk.
Vale wasn't sure what had changed. Maybe it was the fact that there were now four of them, or perhaps his recent core rank-up. Whatever the reason, the knight seemed more cautious, almost as if it acknowledged their strength.
Heavy footsteps rang out with each deliberate stride.
The group, frozen at first, began to act.
Klein stayed outside the doorway, casting his debuff spell. Meanwhile, Vale and Ayla dashed forward, circling the enemy.
Dain charged head-on, his silver gauntlets aimed at the knight's head.
The knight moved fast. In a blur of black, it vanished—then reappeared right in front of Ayla. Its heavy longsword came down in a vicious arc.
