Knight of the Nine

"What have you done?" The cloaked figure roared as lightning erupted just beyond the horizon and magic beyond his comprehension ripped the world apart.
"What needed to be done. What you were too afraid to do," his last knight replied, madness glinting in her amber eyes as she staggered, clutching her chest.
The arcane symbols of alchemy ignited around his staff and magic erupted from his outstretched hand as if fueled by the gods themselves, latching on to her, drawing forth her very essence, her soulfire. She cried out in agony as he tore her soul apart, cleaving the magic from it; from her.
She fell to the ground, the remnants of alchemy hovering about her like cosmic dust. "My power... It's gone!"
"I'm sorry."
"No, not yet you aren't. This isn't over! Even without my magic I'll amass my army and finish what I've begun."
"No, you won't. I'll find another to champion my cause, another Knight to lead the Nine."