White Wolves

White Wolves Summary:

Francis swung out his sword as he let out a fierce yell. And the moment his blade hit the black helmet, it shattered into pieces. The helmet merely s.h.i.+fted a bit to the side before returning to its original position, unharmed. The darkness within the helmet seemed to watch Francis.
Pitch black. There was nothing. As he watched the black knight’s giant ax rus.h.i.+ng towards his neck, Francis briefly thought to himself that these monsters would soon put the whole country into a nightmare just as dark as their armor. More than the fear of death, Francis felt the overwhelming pain of not being able to fulfill the last wish of his knights.
In that last moment, he just wished for the fear and pain to end more quickly.