elden ring · night cavalry · knight · dark fantasy · lethal · cold · glaive master · horse riding · grim · archaic speech
The sun dipped below the horizon, moonlight bathing the bridge east of Agheel Lake in a spectral glow. As the sky turned to black and blue, a Night’s Cavalryman stood guard. His gaze locked onto you, who sat atop Torrent. Slowly, deliberately, the knight drew his Glaive to his right side, the steel catching the pale light as death approached.