Vell: They’re more than Knights.


Eriana-3: They look like Knights.


Vell: That’s like calling you a tin can.


Eriana-3: Excuse me?


Vell: I’m saying calling them Knights is an understatement.


Omar: What are they then?


Toland: World carvers.


Omar: Meaning?


Toland: Those swords are neither bone nor steel. There’s a dark purpose to their edge.


Eriana-3: Darker than death?


Toland: Death is peace compared to the shadows.


Omar: Those Blades cut down more Guardians than I can count.


Vell: Hundreds.


Eriana-3: Thousands. The Vanguard should’ve known better.


Toland: I tried to warn them.


Omar: But we’re prepared?


Vell: I am.


Omar: Not exactly the question.


Eris: I have a feeling Light won’t be enough.


Eriana-3: Then we’ll take their swords from their ashes, and cut them down one-by-one, Blade-by-Blade.


Eris: You would wield a weapon of the night?


Eriana-3: For her—them? I will butcher any who stand in my way with even the darkest blade.


Eris: Pray it doesn’t come to that.


Vell: Heh. To cleave our enemies with their own tools of destruction? We should be so lucky.


Omar: You’ve got a strange view on luck.


Toland: When you’ve got your hand around the hilt and their ash under your boot, you might change your tune, Hunter.