Sounds of wind being cut could be heard through the church.
Underground in the church was a knight wearing dark gray plate armor that looked much heavier than knights would usually wear.
It wasn't that the armor wasn´t heavy enough, the knight carried a shield to his left hand while a longsword to his right.
Even with those conditions, the man's steps h crushed all bubbles in his path while he moved so fast with these feet that looked somewhat unnaturally since this movement didn´t move an inch once he moves.
With such speed, he still managed to swing this longsword to cleanly cut the stone walls in front of him.
Only thing was, that he was no man.
But one of the Immortal Undead.
Sheathing the long blade back and the shield vanishing out of pure air, he turned his head and glanced at the wall solemnly.
There will be another chapter later this day.