As the sword rose, a pale head flew high into the air.
Before it touched the ground, the head along with the headless corpse began to rot.
The pale flesh, coming from The Void, landed on the Death Knight's black armor and slowly squirmed, attempting to proliferate and thus corrupt the Death Knight's body and mind.
Death was so tranquil that the flesh of Void lifeforms could not disturb this eternity; on the contrary, symbolizing the end of life, it seemed like a time accelerator brought this flesh to the endpoint of life.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Wayne pulled myriad mysterious figures from every corner of space, Shadowmare raised its descent, the heart stopped but the hands did not, killing a rolling head.
In a short while, Wayne achieved a hundred kills, he held no interest in meaningless slaughter, his eye sockets pulsed with white light, searching for the true hiding place of the mysterious figures.