As Chiron stood up, his eyes, a searing molten red, scanned the battlefield. His dark aura continued to ooze out like vapor, wrapping him in an impenetrable shroud. He radiated an oppressive, suffocating energy that made those around him feel like they were in the presence of the Grim Reaper himself.
But then he saw him. Knight Sheyi. Clad in full bronze armor, save for his face, he was making a steady advancement, his heavy boots echoing ominously off the stone floor. Chiron's heart skipped a beat.
Fear. It gripped him with a force that was both mental and physical. His breath hitched, and a cold sweat broke out across his skin.
Memories of their last battle flashed before his eyes: the relentless onslaught, the agonizing pain, the feeling of his life slipping away as Knight Sheyi's curse threatened to decay his very essence.
