บท 94: Anne Georgia’s Determination

Darian slowly opened his eyes.

Dark skies and white fog surrounded him. The Death Knight silently scanned the area as he caressed his horse's mane below him. Nightmare, his horse, felt his touch and neighed softly in response.

It was said that an undead's world was colorless. When they chose to abandon their fleshy husk and enter eternal life, they also forsook their ability to witness the beautiful world. No matter how brilliant or extravagant the color was, it was only black and white in the eyes of an undead. Also, this was the reason why the undead were always so bloodthirsty and aggressive. In their eyes, nothing was worth remembering or cherishing anymore — only death and destruction could give them the feeling of superiority.

Darian was once a knight belonging to the border army of the Country of Darkness. He had violated the military rules and was forced to flee the country before settling down in this desolate valley.