The Sun was setting, casting an eerie glow on the strange land. Within the mist, a Brayvion Death Knight, a figure of both dread and fascination, stood watch. He could sense life stirring beyond the fog, a prelude to the impending confrontation.
"Where... are they...?" A voice spoke.
"My Lord, our forces continue to follow the presence of life... They have moved on this side of the mountain where the Sun still falls." The Brayvion Death Knight answered.
"Once... night... comes... kill them! I will send... your brothers... and awaken them if they... move."
"It is not necessary, my Lord. Save the energy to rise a Brayvion when the Sun shines. I was careless. But I will not be defeated again!" The Death Knight vowed.
"...Then I shall do as you say. Fail me again... and you will pay for it... with your soul."
The death knight remained silent.
