Deep in the village square, a scream pierced the night. Elias ran toward the sound, heart hammering. A figure cloaked in darkness loomed over a group of bandits, who now lay unconscious on the cobblestones.
The knight didn't speak. His blade moved like liquid shadow, striking with unnatural precision. Once the threat was gone, he vanished into the mist as silently as he had arrived.
Elias's curiosity overcame fear. He followed the fading trail of shadow, his lantern flickering against the oppressive darkness.