The atmosphere was frosty and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and steel.
A thick fog clung to the battlefield, swirling like ghostly tendrils as the remains of the once-pristine white plains lay stained in deep black and crimson.
"Huff… Huff…"
A weary breath escaped from beneath the dented helmet of a White Knight.
A thin wisp of smoke curled into the frozen air, a stark contrast to the warmth of blood seeping into the ground beneath him.
His arms trembled as he forced himself up, his gauntlets grinding against the shattered remnants of his fallen comrades' weapons.
And before him stood the very monster responsible for this massacre.
"Hm~ in the end, this is all you amount to?"
The voice that spoke was drenched in mockery and amusement.
"Can't say I'm too disappointed~ but I'm not too surprised by the outcome either~"
A pair of luminous, slitted eyes gleamed amidst the mist, filled with an almost childlike mirth as they peered down upon the broken knight.
