Wielding a longbow and wearing a crown, the White Horse Knight tore through the heavy gloom, descending from the heavens bathed in light.
Judging by its appearance alone, one might mistake it for a Holy Knight arriving to lend aid. But anyone with even a slight understanding of religious lore would know what the Inciter had just been chanting.
—Revelation.
The White Horse Knight he had summoned was, likewise, unmistakable—the first of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The White Horse Knight drew its bow taut, like a full moon. Terrifying fluctuations gathered on the steel arrow. The moment its grip was released, the arrow shot forth, imbued with the unstoppable force of conquest. Tearing across the sky like a stampeding army of thousands, it surged toward the Winter King and the others.
The Dusk Knight leaped into the air. A heavy, ancient, brilliant gold round shield materialized in his hand, and he blocked the arrow of conquest head-on.
