Scorched fields covered in the blood of fallen knights stretched far to the west of the Empire.

An oppressive silence, accompanied by the howling of the wind and the vile cries of crows, sent the last of the last survivors to their final resting place.

Demius grinned predatorily, licking the remnants of dried blood from his lips. "Who would have thought...the Goddess of Swords herself showed up for me."

His smile turned into a grin, and with a sharp blade, he lunged into battle.