There was really no good way to break the news. Or if there was, Ravalor didn’t know it.

“Ser Pelagius.”

The Warrior had briefed the soldiers extensively about every aspect of the enemy forces, at least to the extent he had known about it. Ser Pelagius, the so defiantly titled “Grandmaster” of Zenozarax’ army, and consequently the danger of the curse of the Knife Izvi had taken a long section in laying out their battle plan.

He didn’t need to ask if Sasha remembered. It was clear in his face that he did.

Sasha, seemingly not sure he heard him right, stared at him for a solid 10 seconds, his brows drawing deeper with every one of them.

“The death knight?”

“The very one.” Ravalor sighed in spirit. Yes, it still sounded a bit…
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