The Golden Order Cavalry was made up of a kindred, the only group who were able to ride the exceptional sun horses. During their time, they were the last hope of the castle, the last stand against the Dark Lich's vast army.
That army spread like a bottle of black ink on white paper. It was unstoppable, not until the three thousand Golden Cavaliers, these anointed knights, charged into this corruptible, vile ink.
Riding straight to its core where the Dark Lich sat on his skeletal throne made of the fallen. With the Dark Lich's head, Lament recalled how, lonely on his horse, he watched the Lich's army crumble.
As the pictures in his head faded, Lament looked at his brothers. Though dead, their strength had not faded, neither had their devotion for duty been abated.
