Ruby Knight

In a desolate expanse of cracked ice, the Ruby Knight stands as the final arbiter of a dying world. Mounted upon a colossal bull of obsidian and black smoke, the knight traverses the frozen wastes toward a looming Crystalline Castle. When the iron-clad legions of the dark march, the knight unleashes a segmented crystal whip-sword. Each strike does not merely kill; it transfigures. As iron armor shatters and falls, a viscous ruby fluid rises to the heavens, solidifying into a silent forest of agonizing crystalline sculptures. Justice is a cold, crimson art.