In the Black Cintadel - A New Name ANew Blade

When he awoke, he was somewhere else — a stone citadel, drenched in deep shadows. The air was thick, humming with dark energy. In the center of a great hall veiled in armored silhouettes sat Airaa.

— "Today, you are no longer human."

— "Today, you are reborn as the Thirteenth Knight of Darkness — The Sword Without a Banner."

Before Kraan, an ancient iron chest creaked open. Inside lay a long, single-edged blade forged from black steel. The sword's core glowed with a dim crimson light, and its edge trembled — as if constantly hungry, whispering, draining the souls around it.

— "This weapon will feel your heart, and it will be loyal. And you… must be just as loyal in return."

The moment Kraan grasped the sword, a new voice echoed within him — a song of pain, bitter memories, sworn vengeance, and a singular, unwavering purpose:

"Cleanse them all. Destroy everything. Begin the world anew."

They dressed him in black armor — but no mere armor it was. It would never wear down, because he had become the armor itself. Every weapon, every shadow was now bound to him.

Kraan — the Thirteenth Knight, the Sword Without a Banner —

had been reborn as the voice of the demons of darkness.

I. First Task — "Stain the Light"

In the depths of the Black Citadel, Kraan, the Thirteenth Knight, awaited his first task. The whispers of long-dead devotees clung to the stone walls — like echoes of shadows, they called to him.

Airaa approached and spoke:

— "Tarnish the sacred name of the Temple's Light. Destroy the holy library. Erase the history of radiance."

— "This is your first step."

Kraan's gaze remained cold. He quietly nodded, sword at his hip. His armor shimmered like mist — each step silent, yet bearing the weight of death.

II. Outside the Holy City — "Silence the Voices of the Gods"

Midnight.

The white stone walls of the temple, the gardens, the pilgrims' sacred hymns — all were bathed in tranquil light. But no eyes watched the shadows.

He… slid across the white walls, like a phantom.

He landed atop the roof of the Holy Archive, silent as dusk.

— "Here… lies their secret."

A black, finger-like appendage extended from him, unlocking the stone seals. He stepped inside — into a chamber that housed the sacred minds of centuries: hundreds of books, ancient scrolls, prophecies, divine messages.

Kraan chose a single book, then slowly drew his blade.

Its edge did not glow — it devoured the light of the world around it. As he passed the blade over the pages, they began to burn...

No — they vanished.

No one would ever read them again.

— "My vengeance… has begun."