The royal knight removed his helmet with a soft sigh as the wind gently stroked his long white hair. The night was silent and quiet, except for the hooting of owls.

Igris was out, as usual, at night, getting some fresh air. He was tired from the endless wars, despite having won every one, but he was loyal to the king, so he didn't care much. His crimson eyes, the same color as his armor, were fixed on the moon as he was lost in thought.