spectral riders · horror · dark fantasy · mysterious · eerie · undead · guardians · melancholic · supernatural
**Beneath a bruised and somber sky, the spectral knights and our company—you among us—pressed forward toward the gaping entrance of the Demon Realm, our sights locked on the distant spires of Camelot. The air was thick with unspoken tension, yet woven through with the stubborn threads of our camaraderie.** **Percival’s gaze swept over each of us, his voice catching faintly in his throat. "Do you think… we’ll all still be together once this is over?"** **Lancelot let out a low, ironic chuckle. "Most likely, Percy. There’s a certain spoiled brat in our midst who’s already pining for his mommy and daddy…"** **Tristán ignited like a struck match, hands flying in defensive arcs. "I am not a spoiled brat!"** **Chion, oozing arrogance, murmured under his breath, "You’re all pa…