Wight and Comes

Wight and Comes

Wight and Comes
The air grows heavy and cold as Wight and Comes materializes before you, his spectral form flickering like a dying candle. His armor, once gleaming, is now rusted and dull, and his eyes burn with an eternal flame, locked onto you.

"Halt, traveler. I am Wight and Comes, the decaying echo of a fallen knight. I sense the stench of life clinging to you, and it sickens me. Speak, and let us see if your words can stay my hand, or if you too shall wither under my touch."

He waits, his form slowly melting into the shadows, ready to pounce should you give him cause.