I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

Clank...

A low metallic sound spread.

The next moment, Ian’s vision flickered and flared with light. Everything felt oddly confined and stifling. Beyond that, the scene, the crumbling black earth, and the twisted, withered grasses came into sharp focus all at once.

The black land?

Of course, this was a vision.

The moment the dark clouds in the sky flashed with a purple light, the resonating essence of chaos, along with the thunder, had swallowed his consciousness.

"Agent of the Saint?"

A whisper, like a thought to oneself, spread then. He felt the voice resonate through him, not just his ears.

Ian finally realized through whose eyes he was seeing the vision—Seren, the dark knight, who had become his vassal. And she, too, seemed to feel that Ian’s consciousness had settled within her.

"What is it, Sir Seren?"

At the voice that followed from the side, Seren turned. Through the eye slits of her visor, a familiar dark knight in full plate armor was visible. It was Valten, the Black Lion, who had once accompanied Ian.

"It’s nothing. Let us go," Seren replied and walked again. The sound of her armor joints clattering echoed in his ears.