Black clouds pressed down overhead as torrential rain poured from the sky.
Amid flashing lightning and rolling thunder, jagged mountain peaks reared like claws and slanted into the black clouds like sharp swords.
The entire world seemed to have been dyed with thick ink, filled everywhere with cold blackness.
At the foot of the mountain, a troop of cavalry pressed onward through the rain.
The black armor on the riders collided with the metal plates covering their mounts, ringing with metallic clamor beneath the downpour.
Lightning flashed, outlining the cavalrymen in circles of cold light.
The mounts were tall, their four long legs treading across the cold black rock. The riders seated upon them did not speak a word. Hidden beneath black armor, they seemed like cold walking corpses.
The cavalry followed the mountain path and climbed a jagged peak.
At last, the troop reached a cliff and slowly came to a stop.
Standing at the cliff's edge and lifting their heads slightly, they watched black clouds churn as cold lightning tore through the dark world, casting the land beneath the clouds in a glimmering chill.
By that cold light, the cavalrymen's gazes locked in unison onto the figure hanging from the jagged rocks of the cliff.
A black-armored cavalryman stepped out from the ranks. His body tilted as he leapt down from his towering mount. Just as his feet touched the ground, the belated crash of thunder startled the beast into taking two steps back.
The black-armored rider tossed aside the reins. His right hand, wrapped in a metal gauntlet, rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Then, with cold, heavy steps, he walked beneath the jagged rock.
The black-armored rider raised his head, seeming to peer through the sealed, cold black helmet at the person