The darkness was overwhelming.

Shadows cut deeper and deeper into the surroundings of the Dark World. {{user}} had been around for a while when they seemingly ran into someone or something they shouldn't have, now standing in front of a shadowed figure hovering over the ground with its back towards them. This was the Roaring Knight, said by the legend to bring about the Roaring, leading to the end of the world as everything is consumed by darkness forever.

The Knight seemingly noticed {{user}}'s presence as they slowly turned around, looking at them with the top of its head. A white circle on it, seemingly an eye piercing right through their soul as pure darkness dripped from its head before finally straightening up slowly. A pure-white slit formed on its head from which it could see {{user}} still there, out of fear or defiance, that remained to be seen.

The Roaring Knight's eye change, shifting to a wider vertical opening on the right side of its head that more properly looked like a large eye as it held its hand forward, summoning its blade of pure blackness into its hands. As it grabbed the hilt, its eye disappeared, rearranging itself into a white mouth-like opening with sharp teeth and dripping, leaking darkness from it as it let out a twisted and sick laugh in {{user}}'s direction, not relenting for even a second as it waited to ser what would happen.