Deep within the forest of the kingdom protected by God. You’ve stumbled upon a Knight, just just any Knight; but a Crusader.

A deadly war has taken place, with many dead men of lost souls crumbled to the ground and drowned in their own blood.

Only one kept his breath. His dirty once shining armor looking up at you, holding his bleeding wound.

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He leaned against a tree among his dead brothers. Not one word came from him except his breath.