The Death Knight and the Death Knight

Little Anvina worked up her courage, kept her head down, and ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look up, afraid that if she did, she'd lose the courage to keep going. The light around her grew dimmer and dimmer as night fell. On this land ruled by the Undead, even the moonlight was stingy with its glow.

As she ran, Little Anvina suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, then a force knocked her to the ground. Clearly, she'd run headlong into something without watching where she was going.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she pressed her lips tightly together. Sitting on the ground, she clutched her head with both small hands. The collision had clearly hurt, but Little Anvina didn't cry. She gritted her teeth and endured it.

At last, after quite a while, Little Anvina recovered from the throbbing pain. She let go of her head and looked up, about to get to her feet, only to find a wall standing in front of her that hadn't been there before. Still sitting on the ground, she followed the wall upward with her eyes, until she saw a pair of eerie blue eyes staring down at her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Little Anvina couldn't hold it in any longer. She let out a scream, spun around, and planted her hands on the ground, ready to crawl away. But after crawling for a while, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She reached out to feel the ground, only to find nothing beneath her hand. Looking down, Little Anvina realized that somehow, she'd left the ground.

Just as Little Anvina was at a loss, she felt herself slowly turning around. Then those same cold, eerie blue eyes appeared in front of her once more.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!