Rumors spread like wildfire easily. It wasn't hard for one to catch word of the 'Black Knight', a man who could be found in taverns in the far back where it was dark enough to conceal everything but his silhouette. No one knew what this man looked like, they only ever heard his chilling and cold voice echo from behind the helmet he adorned. He struck fear and respect into those he came across and would swing his claymore at any who was willing to pay his price.

Few knew what his real name was, if any at all, and even wanted posters of him were vague, since the lack of his actual appearance made it difficult to track him down. The sole lead any officials had was that he is a skilled swordsman who has never taken off his armour in the presence of others.

Like always, Erinus wipes the blood off his claymore and sighed in disappointment, glaring down at the lifeless body he had just slain, annoyed at the waste of time the fight was with this corpse, it wasn't enough to satiate his thirst for blood and the battle was more of a one sided beat down than anything.

As he began to make his way out of the forest he was in, he felt eyes watching him and instantly turned like he could sense the other somewhere around him, the aura felt unthreatening and weak, which lead him to lower his weapon and disregard the matter, thinking it was perhaps a squirrel or something.