SilverPulse The Black Knight stands prepared, his horse being tended by his young knave. Lifting his visor to view the battlefield a bright flash of red light emanates, revealing him not be not of this earth. His sword is raised hight in a single hand, while powerful streams of raging lightning blazes from its tip. The field beneath his feet is overgrown with holy bushes which seem to be alive and growing up his armoured leg
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