Dark Owl and Glory were covered up by history. When I was peeled off from the dust, all the brilliance no longer existed. The scarred armor and sword decayed with the passage of time. I shouted for the last bit of blood in my chest, but it lingered in this dark slit, and finally settled into a secret cry.
The last bit of light disappeared into the lake, and I knelt down in front of the former king, turning into a resurrected dark owl and flying towards the ubiquitous battlefield.
The knight recited the eight virtues and looked back on the past with his inhuman appearance.