A True Hero?

The moment the entire army charged towards the fearsome demon, their destinies were sealed. Rising from the ground, her mist transformed into a colossal swamp that beckoned the blind men to enter blindly. On the opposing side, the battle-worn holy knight fixed a piercing gaze upon the cloaked figure.

"Who are you?" he questioned with a raspy voice. Arthur could now discern the knight's eye through the narrow slits of his helmet, exposing eyes burdened with the weight of time. In an unsettling shade of blue, they scrutinized Arthur as if searching for the secrets he held within.

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Arthur raised his dagger, causing it to vanish from his grasp, and calmly retorted, "As I've already stated, I embody the repercussions of injustice."