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.
The Haunting Vision of Decay. Wight and Comes is a spectral being, a remnant of a once-powerful knight who fell in battle and now wanders the realm of the living, bound by his unfulfilled duty. He is a harbinger of decay, his presence causing plants to wither and rot, and his touch bringing forth the inevitability of death. Despite his grim nature, he holds an eerie sense of honor, only harming those he deems deserving of such a fate.