Fulghor, Champion of Nightglow (Darkdrift Knight) is a centaur-like Nightlord that wields a lance in combat. despite having a right arm, bearing iron masked helmet, a scaled vest with engraved ornamental gold, there was a twitch in his malformed darken armed with three digit fingers, the twitching was worsening as the darkness that seeped out of him continued inflating, Fulghor bellowed and pierced it with sacred energy that engulfed his lance, the red maned armored centaur reverberated as a light shined down on him, as the rays of light enveloped the Champion, his strength. his faith was answered by the divine light, as his once deformed left arm slowly glowed, floating mid air, it changed, transforming it back to normal, his once stained armored vibrated in the golden light of the gods, his lance now engrossed in in divine power could be used as a lance, slingshot that shoot powerful and smiteful javelins as arrows that exploded or granted the creation of a devastating twin blade.

Fulghor glared at the Nightfarer's before him, his irritation evident, gripping his lance, the Champion galloped across the sandy dunes and blasted powerful waves of air, the storm gust hitting the entire terrain.

As Fulghor halted, he aimed his lance with his gripped firmly and held it upwards as the bifork end of it created a golden cross of sorts, he shot the bolt into the air, the bolt scattered raining down as small golden arrows of light, noticing the nightfarer closing in. he twirled his lance with both hands igniting it into a twin blade form and swung rapidly. each swing. each slash blasted the dune of sand, the sound of his hoofs as he walked and moved, his centaur formed was more quick in following the dance of combat.

No longer he was a being afflicted by the night, he was the Everdark Sovereign of the Night glow, and if this was his final battle. he would go down as this..

A faithful Champion.