Crack!
Somewhere in a distant part of the world, a wounded knight emerged from the darkness, falling onto the gray earth covered in a thin layer of dust.
All he had with him was his cape, his sword, the remnants of his armor in the form of a few plates on his legs, and a piece of flesh from the young Phantom he had just fought.
"Grh!" The Dark Knight groaned, clutching his shoulder and bracing himself on the ground with his elbow.
He struggled to stay conscious, while blood flowing from his wounds flooded the ground beneath him.
His eyes were ready to go blank and sink forever into darkness, but he clenched his fist tightly, refusing to let himself fall asleep.
"Rgh, it's still too soon!"
BAM!
The Dark Knight slammed his fist into the ground as his gaze fell on the piece of flesh in his hand.
Adam's blood trickled through the Dark Knight's fingers, bringing a faint smile to the Dark Knight's face.
