Where treasure turns to tomb, the spectral roses bloom. The knights stand eternal, bound by oath and obsidian, guardians of a slumber that must never end.
Some skeletal knights, clad in obsidian armor etched with thorny vines, stands before a colossal, ancient dragon slumbering atop a mountain of forgotten treasures. The air is thick with dark fantasy atmosphere, illuminated by the faith, ethereal glow of spectral roses blooming from the dragon's scales. ...