"What a horse!"
The white steed did not possess the Nightmare King's immediate, overwhelming menace. At first glance, it looked almost ordinary, lacking the instant visual shock that its black counterpart delivered. But the longer Marcus watched it, the more he felt a strange, almost otherworldly presence about it, quiet but impossible to ignore. That restrained majesty grew stronger with every passing second, until Marcus found himself releasing a genuine sigh of admiration.
