"The Dark Knight!" A look of terror was etched onto the young girl Orlina's face as she watched a knight, shrouded in black death energy, riding a skeletal warhorse burning with nether fire, slowly descending from the sky, thick with necromantic fog.
"Father!" However, the girl quickly recognized the familiar style of armor on this Dark Knight. Along with the long spear in his hand and the sword hanging from his waist, she screamed out.
"Dad!" The girl's cry startled her younger brother Balk, who had been trembling in the carriage under the oppression of the Lich's aura. The little boy climbed out of the carriage, and with a single glance, he too, recognized the armor and weapons worn by the Dark Knight, belongings of their own father.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle. Why, little girl, you have a little brother too! That's great! The whole family has reunited, how touching," The Lich chuckled heartily after seeing the young boy, "It's a pity that I'm no longer human."
