The golden-armored knights, their armor unmarred and breaths steady, towered over the scene. Baines, however, was spent, his domain's time exhausted. That attack was supposed to have wiped out the remaining.
The gazebo collapsed into the river, the blood moon dissolving back into the crimson flow, which retreated into his body.
The red hair, eyes, and robe vanished, leaving him heaving, the Demon Blade trembling in his grip.
"Banny, are you alright?" Ralph called, stepping forward, but Baines raised a hand to halt him.
-Ralph, what are these things?
Baines asked telepathically.
-That's why the Treyl thought they could rival the Darkans as the next dragons. They tore out dragon flesh and blood, molding it into these knights. They retained their main body's techniques, and the Treyl family head can control them, Ralph explained.
Baines' eyes widened. 'No wonder I can't see their souls. They're constructs.'
