The sky on the twenty-first layer was a desolate gray.
The ground below cracked, and in the distance, the ruins of several collapsed structures could be faintly seen.
The air was thick with a scent of decay and rust, resembling an ancient battlefield abandoned for centuries.
The Duke stood on a pile of rubble, his gaze fixed ahead.
There, a giant horse covered in bone plates stood quietly.
The horse was more than twice the size of a normal warhorse, its four hooves stepping on eerie green flames, with ominous lights burning in its eye sockets.
On its back, sat a Knight clad in silver-white armor.
The armor's design was ancient, the chest plate engraved with some lost emblem, and the visor of the helmet lowered, concealing the face within.
The Knight held a massive lance in one hand, its tip pointing to the ground, with eerie green flames dancing on the lance tip.
Undead Knight, late Level 2.
