Chapter:3.1-The Ghost Night Pursuit

(The suffocating presence of the monstrous knight weighs down on them. The wind around the battlefield stills, and the creature's red eyes glow menacingly through the fog.)

Kael (gritted teeth): "What… the hell is that?"

Hong Sun (panicked): "I don't know, but I do know one thing—RUN!"

(The knight tilts his head slightly, as if amused, before suddenly vanishing. In an instant, he's right in front of them, his massive blade swinging down.)

Kael: "Shit—MOVE!"

(The two barely dodge as the ground explodes where they stood, leaving a deep scar in the earth. A chilling aura radiates from the knight's body, pressing against them like an invisible force.)

Hong Sun (eyes wide): "Nope. NOPE. Not today. Kael, I'm serious—RUN!"

Kael (heart pounding): "For once, I agree with you!"

(They sprint across the battlefield, dodging wreckage and broken weapons. The knight gives chase, his heavy steps shaking the ground, but somehow he's unnaturally fast. Every time Kael dares to glance back, he sees the knight right behind them, silent, relentless. The fog seems to move with him, wrapping around the battlefield like a living entity.)

Kael (panting): "This thing… won't stop!"

Hong Sun (yelling): "You think?! It's like death itself is after us!"

(The chase lasts longer than it should. No matter how fast they run, the knight is always right there—a nightmare that refuses to let them escape. But finally, they reach a clearing, the remains of an old fortress wall blocking their path.)

Kael (looking around frantically): "Damn it… No way out!"

Hong Sun (drawing his sword): "We're screwed, aren't we?"

Kael (breathing heavily): "Looks like it…"

(They turn to face the knight. The fog clears enough for them to fully see him now—his rusted armor is covered in ancient, dried blood, his massive sword cracked but still deadly. A black, sickly aura oozes from his very being.)

Kael (gripping his weapon tightly): "Alright… if we can't outrun him…"

Hong Sun (nervous grin): "Then we're gonna have to fight."

(The Ghost Knight raises his blade, a low, guttural growl escaping from deep within his helmet. The air grows colder. The real battle is about to begin.)