Within the frozen, colorless world, Damian's breathing sounded unnaturally loud to his own ears.
Everything else was still.
Everything else was dead.
A presence tore into existence behind him. Damian's eyes shifted, and what he saw made his heart tighten.
A ghastly black knight stood there.
It was massive, towering well over eight feet, its body encased in pitch-black armor that seemed to absorb even the faint traces of light left in this monochrome world. A crimson scarf was tied loosely around its neck, the only color that existed in this void, swaying faintly despite the absence of wind.
Then it stepped forward.
Clank.
The sound rang out sharply, unnaturally loud against the suffocating silence.
Clank.
Each step echoed, metallic and hollow, reverberating through the frozen battlefield like a funeral bell tolling for the living.
