Commanding not even a single follower, the dark knight let out a proud laugh. A thousand years following her first victory, It was time for her to show the dullards hiding behind veils of light that power, not comradery, ultimately decided the outcome of battle. Easily parting their just heads from their noble bodies, Teleste grew tired of waiting. As she created a maelstrom of death around her, there was no mistaking her for who she was: the one true champion of the holy war from ages past and a force extolled in legend.