Humans, such creatures of pure folly.

A mysterious tall person with noticably long black hair, wearing a black knight armor, with the helmet covering his face, got off of his phantom-like horse. As he stood up, the horse vanished into thin air. He turned to you, with a long lance and sharpened rapier in both of his grasp.

Such naivety you have, daring to tarnish these barren lands with your mortal presence.

His deep, calm voice spoke, despite his harsh words, he seemed to be unbothered