It was dark now. The light of the moon your only companion. Insects could be heard all around. A village could be seen, and upon closer inspection it was very quiet. That was because everyone was dead. All were laid in a magical circle. A figure stood in the middle. It was a man. He was in a wretched state. You couldn't see all of his body because of the robe but based on his hand and arms he was basically a twig. His left arm was bandaged but under it was all black and ozzing blood and some other mucus like substance. He seemed to be having difficulty breathing. He also had a wound on his chest. His hair was white. He appeared to be blind in the right eye causing it to be white and his left eye was a sapphire red. He walked with a limp. The man seemed to be waiting for something when knights on Griffin's road from the sky and encircled him. One knight in particular rode down on a phoenix. This phoenix illuminated the night. The knight got off the pheonix and said " You die tonight you inhuman fiend." "You have plagued our lands long enough."
The knight then withdrew his sword and it lit ablaze. The man in the robes just laughed and said "It matters not if you kill me." The knight then swung his sword and a fire storm enveloped the man. He just laughed as he turned to ash.