Chapter 4 — The Cursed Knight

Gabriel d'Avern

Gabriel d’Avern stood amidst a desolation that stretched as far as the eye could see. The battlefield was silent now, a graveyard of shattered swords and twisted armor. The earth beneath him was blackened and churned as though it had been scorched by fire and stained by blood. A cold wind swept through, carrying the metallic tang of death and the faint, acrid scent of something unnatural. Gabriel’s breath fogged faintly in the air, though his body no longer felt the cold as it once had.