Night Sky - The Bloody Knight 🩸

The Shadow of Death

In the dead of night, when even the moon dared not shine, a beast moved like a specter across the land. His name was Night Sky, but those who knew his legend called him The Bloody Knight. Not a protector, nor a ruler—he was an executioner, a living nightmare.

Once, he was a cub like any other, but cruelty had forged him into something else. The world had shown him no kindness, and so he returned the favor. He did not seek a throne, nor did he hunger for power. He fought not for dominance, but for the simple, primal joy of battle.

His roar sent herds fleeing before they could see his eyes—cold, merciless, burning with an unquenchable fire. His body bore the scars of countless victories, each wound a reminder that he was still standing while his enemies lay in the dirt.

When Night Sky came, there was no warning, no mercy.

Only blood.