In the grand and opulent castle of the Fairyborn Empire, along one of its vast marble corridors, a lone knight walked with calm, measured steps.
The polished floor reflected the soft glow of countless enchanted lamps hanging from the high arched ceiling, causing the black armor covering his body to shimmer faintly each time he passed beneath them.
Every piece of his onyx armor had been maintained to perfection without a single scratch left unattended, fitting his tall frame like a second skin.
A finely crafted longsword rested securely at his waist, swaying slightly with each step, while the rhythmic sound of steel greaves striking polished stone echoed quietly through the otherwise peaceful corridor.
Servants who happened to cross his path instinctively lowered their heads before moving aside, allowing him to pass without interruption.
His appearance matched the dignity expected of the Empire's finest knight.
