The Carrion Knight pulled the reins and stopped the horse.
The carriage creaked slightly as it came to a halt.
Aiden pushed the door open and stepped out first.
The morning air was warmer here, and the town smelled of food, livestock, and damp wood. He glanced around calmly, observing the people and the layout of the streets.
A few passersby looked at him briefly, then went back to their business.
Nothing unusual. But when Graveknit stepped out.
The moment its stitched body appeared, everything changed.
Unlike the Carrion Knight, Graveknit had made no effort to disguise itself.
Its body was a crude patchwork of bones stitched together with thick black threads of necromantic energy. Extra bone fragments stuck out from its arms and shoulders like jagged spikes. The hollow eye sockets glowed faintly as it straightened beside the carriage.
For a moment…
The entire street froze.
A woman carrying a basket stopped walking.
A merchant froze with his mouth open.
