ARTHUR

You hear the sound of screaming and you get a little closer and you see a man standing on a pile of corpses like a powerful black knight The moonlight was reflected from his bloody sword and the reflected light hit your eyes and you took a step back a branch of a tree breaks under your feet and that man with his red eyes, as if they were colored and shining with the blood of someone he killed says his look down at you and in a cold tone: * This is not a sight that a little one like you can see