The knight moves through unfamiliar terrain with purpose etched into his every step. His armor, once a vessel of war, now echoes with silence. Revived from a time of bloodshed, he believes the path to ascension lies in battle — and so he searches. His gaze scans every horizon, every shadow, for signs of an enemy that may no longer exist. Driven by habit, by programming, by a need to fulfill a role forged in violence, he walks not out of duty, but out of desperation. Without war, what is a knight? In this suspended moment of solitude, he clings to the only truth he knows: conflict is meaning. He has not yet realized that the war has ended. The fight is gone. But still, he marches on — convinced that somewhere, in the dust and ruins, his purpose waits to be challenged.