The corpse of the knight stood up, not with the power of the shadow but his own will, fueled by loyalty towards his home.
Alan stood in front of him and unveiled himself. He dispelled the power of the cape and walked forward with his spear in hand.
The knight wielded two swords, and Alan wielded a single spear.
"You are a corpse, not a knight."
Said Alan, referring to the knight.
"The power of this shadow or whatever is in you, whether or not you use it to stand. You are no different from the corpses outside."
Declared Alan. The grip of the knight on his weapons increased as a myriad of emotions could be seen on its skeletal face. It was ironic how a face with no skin could display so much.
The knight charged at Alan, It swung its swords down and caused destruction.
The buildings behind Alan all fell down due to the sheer force of the knight's attack.
