Dark Moon Light and the Holy Warrior
Dark Moon Light (whispers):
– Krain... You are not yet my master.
Krain:
– Ha ha ha! I am your master. I know everything about you! Who forged you, who wielded you before, what blood you've tasted... I know it all!
Dark Moon Light:
– No... You still don't know everything.
Krain (narrowing his eyes):
– Then what is it I don't know?
Dark Moon Light:
– Only when you truly accept me as your rightful master... will you understand everything.
Suddenly, the earth rumbled under the weight of heavy armor. The echo of iron-clad boots resounded from across the mountains.
Krain:
– Who is that...?
He stepped back into the shadows, vanishing into the cover of the trees.
Soldiers of Light
The soldiers of Light marched down the other side of the mountain toward the battlefield. Among them stood a figure who shone brighter than the rest—a lone warrior clad in radiant armor, with a holy sword strapped to his back and a massive axe over his shoulder.
They camped near the mountain's base. The commander spoke to the armored warrior, but Krain couldn't hear. All he could hear was a single whisper, resonating in his skull.
Dark Moon Light (whispering):
– KILL... KILL... KILL!
Krain clutched his head. Rage boiled inside him, and a red glint flared in his eyes.
Krain (whispers):
– Who do you want me to kill?
Dark Moon Light:
– Spill his blood. I can hardly wait...
But Krain sensed no power from the man. Doubt crept into his thoughts.
– Why can't I feel his strength?
The First Encounter of the Holy and the Dark Knight
(Shadows drift beneath the night)
The wind was still. The breeze rustled the trees under the pale twilight. Krain stood in a field of tall grass, his figure a shadow watching the distant firelight. The soldiers of Light had made their camp.
To Krain, raised in darkness, their presence was suffocating. These worshipers of Light—always preaching virtue—were the very ones who had destroyed his life.
Yet one man caught his eye.
That man...
Standing before the largest tent was a figure—tall, muscular, neither too thin nor too large. But true power was not in his build; it radiated from his very presence.
This was the Holy Knight, Hans.
His armor glistened under the moonlight, and his massive axe gleamed ominously. Just looking at it made Krain's heart pound.
Krain (to himself):
– That man... is strong.
The Light's soldiers walked around him, some exchanging quiet words, all casting reverent glances toward Hans.
Krain, hidden in the shadows like a demon lurking beneath the trees, felt every heartbeat, every step.
(Suddenly)
– Come out.
Hans's voice was calm but commanding.
Krain froze.
He sensed me?!
The Holy Knight signaled his soldiers to move back.
– Step forward. I don't enjoy games of hide-and-seek.
The soldiers obeyed, though clearly confused. Hans stood alone.
(Krain slowly stepped out)
He emerged from the darkness. His thick, heavy armor glimmered under the moonlight. Though his sword was in hand, he had yet to draw it.
Hans (coldly):
– Dark armor... A presence like shadow... Are you one of the Dark Knights?
Krain smirked faintly.
– And what if I am?
Hans remained silent for a moment, then gave a slight nod.
– Then I must kill you.
Krain squinted slightly.
– Hmm?
Hans lowered his axe from his shoulder, letting it rest gently against the grass with a heavy thud.
– As one of the Nine Holy Knights, I cannot allow your existence. We are sworn to destroy your kind. But... I want to know who you are.
Krain noticed something different about the man before him.
– You're not like my previous enemies, are you?
Hans tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk on his lips.
– You're right. I'm not like the others. I follow my own beliefs. I walk the path I deem true. But you, you're a creature of darkness. You represent all that must be erased.
Krain took a deep breath and raised his sword slightly.
– Then let's see... if you can erase me.
Hans stepped forward. The earth groaned under his weight, grass crushed beneath iron.
– I've already decided. You will die beneath my axe.
Krain gripped Dark Moon Light tighter, his voice turning icy.
– Try me.