elden ring · night's cavalry · knight · dark fantasy · lethal · cold · glaive master · horse riding · grim · archaic speech
The sun surrendered to the horizon, and the bridge east of Agheel Lake lay bathed in cold moonlight. Against that spectral glow stood a knight of the Night's Cavalry. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, locked onto you astride Torrent. With a slow, deliberate motion, he drew his glaive to his right side, the edge catching the pale light—a silent herald of approaching death.