"I didn't expect you would summon me so early. I didn't even get the chance to relax," Breeze said casually.
Garrick glanced between the two of them, a trace of confusion settling on his face. His blade was still held just centimeters from Breeze's neck. After a brief pause, he turned toward Floki.
Floki shook his head slightly.
At the silent command, the massive runic war knight retracted his blade.
"Least I forget..."
Breeze dropped lazily to the ground. He summoned a fresh longsword, its surface gleaming as though forged from a rare, refined steel. Driving it gently into the ground, he gave his oath, which Floki accepted in the same manner as Garrick's.
[ Your Summon: Nightblade Knight, Breeze, accepts your authority. ]
The same magical sensation Floki had felt during Garrick's oath surged through him once more.
'Nightblade Knight and Runic War Knight… there seem to be different types of knights. What are the differences?' he wondered.
