"Finally.... a worthy one."
Gabriel's eyes stayed on the helmet, watching the faint red light inside it flicker weakly, almost like the fire within had been left alone for too long. The glow was not strong, and it did not carry the fresh energy of a living fighter.
The knight's helmet turned toward him at a slow pace. Its old armor made a faint grinding sound at the neck, and the movement looked stiff, but not broken. Gabriel could tell it had not fully awakened yet, but even like this, the pressure coming from it filled the chamber.
The long weapon beside the knight dragged across the stone as it straightened. The blade left a thin line on the floor, and the sound moved through the chamber until the air around Gabriel felt tighter. Dust near the knight's feet shifted outward in small waves.
