Once in a thousand generations comes a champion so pure, so deserving, so beloved, that the Arbiter intervenes to personally reward their virtue.
Deathknight is such a champion. Within his dusty ribcage beats the (figurative) heart of a true hero. For thousands of years, he has roamed throughout Teleria, witness to the rise and fall of empires. At the great battles of old, he was there. Losing, fleeing in the wrong direction – but there. When the forces of light first sallied forth against the minions of Siroth, he stood silent guard over a latrine.
Across the ages, rumors of his struggle to be all that he can be despite his many, MANY limitations spread. First in taverns and market squares… then to the highest courts and councils of the many factions of our world. Finally, these whispers reached the ears of the Arbiter herself.
The moment the words of Deathknight’s wish were uttered, she knew… his time had come.
So it was that Ultimate Deathknight was called into being. His arrival strikes fear into the Legendaries that have for so long cast their shadows upon the commons of our realm.
With his summoning, we bear witness to the creation of a new Champion.
He is the manifestation of the love of the good people of Teleria.
He embodies all of Deathknight’s hopes, dreams, and aspirations.
He is also a completely different and totally distinct individual from Deathknight.
As Deathknight is all of us, so is Ultimate Deathknight for us all.
Let it not be said that in a dark world of chaos and turmoil, wishes can’t come true.
(Also, when making wishes, it helps to be super, super specific. Really read it back to yourself, you know? Phrasing is important.)