Through the shadowed forest, the dark rider advances, his steed a silhouette of muscle and menace. The air grows colder with his approach, and the rustling leaves seem to whisper warnings to unseen ears. Sunlight filters weakly through the dense canopy above, illuminating glimpses of his tattered cloak that billows like living shadows. The path before him is silent, save for the muted thud of hooves on the earth. None dare follow; none dare cross his path. For in his wake lies a trail of de...