A colossal, sharply defined oval shadow hung suspended in the dim sky above.
It was unlike any flying object William recognized.
Its entire body was a matte black, deeper than the night itself, like a void that had appeared out of nowhere on the world's canvas, greedily devouring all surrounding light.
An irrepressible shudder, born of primal instinct, shot up William's spine to the top of his skull.
Even the imperious Heart Eater Lord stopped its roaring, its scarlet pupils staring fixedly at the sky.
Dead silence.
Only the crackling of wood burning in the fire and the heavy, suppressed panting of the Knights could be heard.
As everyone watched, a single point of light ignited at the base of the massive black celestial body.
Immediately after, a figure slowly descended from the point of light.
It descended straight down. Its porcelain-white armor glowed with a soft luster, and golden runic lines snaked across it, outlining sacred and majestic patterns.
