The Shadow Knight
He solidified only his hands, reaching into armoured chests to clutch beating hearts.
The hunters died silently, expressions of horrified recognition frozen on their faces. Not merely recognition of death, but of him. They had known whose justice claimed them.
The Shadow Knight eased the bodies to the ground, then retreated into darkness. Eighteen remained. The hunt had begun.
The next pair fell similar, struck from shadows they had failed to properly secure. The third required more direct methods when one managed a truncated shout before darkness filled his lungs. By the time half their number had vanished, the remaining hunters had drawn into a defensive circle, backs together, blessed wea