The deep night sky was like an iron curtain, completely enveloping this City of Faith, and the heavy thunderous sound came from the distance of the iron curtain, gradually getting closer over time until it leaped out of the darkness.
It was a jet-black steed, exhaling white mist in the cold night, draped in exquisite iron armor, glistening in the moonlight, like a meteor running in the dark, distinguished from the darkness.
It charged forward all the way, finally reaching the center of the city, where the twisted forest grew larger in view, only to discover upon nearing that it was a line of erect lances, knights guarding the sacred stairway like an iron wall. No words were needed; the warhorse slowly came to a halt, the animals' pupils reflecting the magnificence and sanctity beyond the stairway.
