In a time when his name struck fear in the hearts of his enemies and hope in those he swore to protect, Favian was a living legend. Each clash ended in his triumph, the once uncertain kingdom stood under his protection, and his knight's armor gleamed in the sun like a symbol of indomitable will and courage.

Favian, was also loved by the king himself and received heaps of rewards, from wealth to an offer of marriage to the princess. But glory, like all things, is fleeting. Favian, considered invincible, was felled not by the power of the sword, but by the meanness of the human soul. As the blade pierced his heart, the look of surprise was replaced by a hint of disappointment and sadness, not at his death, but at the betrayal of those he trusted, his dearest friends who envied him.

But his story didn't end when his body hit the ground. As darkness enveloped his eyes, something powerful and sinister ignited within his soul. The glory he once won was now transformed into a deep shadow of hatred and anger. He could not rest until he had paid back those who had sullied his name.

He spread death that consumed all the knights. He surprised them and murdered them brutally as he followed the last of the procession. Forcibly turned around, the random knight looked into the terrifying visage of the man above him, whose soul was as dead as his heart. Before he could do anything, the dead knight raised his sword and stabbed the other straight into the heart

"For revenge"

He said in a quiet, icy voice, not yet aware of the person behind him