Zephandros, the Shining Vow

Once, he rode in shining armor, a champion of the realm,
sworn to protect the weak and uphold the light. But the light
was cruel, and the oaths he swore became shackles. Betrayed
and left to die upon the blood-soaked fields of Everbur, he
was claimed not by the grave, but by the will of something
far older—something patient, something hungry. Now, clad
in armor black as the abyss, he marches once more, not as a
savior, but as a sovereign. The dead rise at his command,
the land itself