The Puppet knights stood silently at the crossroads. The three corridors on their sides were completely dark, empty, and silent. Behind them, the archway and bridge dripped from the rain.
The cool wind fluttered their red and black surcoats but dashed helplessly against their steel bodies.
The twenty knights stared forward. The smiling faces on their gold masks gleamed eerily. One of them turned slightly as a silver glow broke the black and white monotone of this world.
A ghost in silver armor floated over the stone floors, groaning incessantly. A white bear tumbled from its helm, which only covered its upper head. It came from the left hallway.
All the knights tensed at the same time. Their weapons rose and they moved forward to attack.
But some of them stayed back. Only the six on the left moved quickly. The ghost quickly turned tail and ran with the knights following.
Then, just seconds later, another ghost appeared in the right hallway.
Another six knights gave chase.
