It wasn’t long before humans invaded the Underworld; all they needed was a miracle—and that’s exactly what they got. Their already horrifying realm was now a labyrinth of imprisonment. Resources were stripped away, the landscape of Hell was reconstructed, and even the native residents were killed. It was already a problem for those who lived there—and then everything just went boom. Makaians were tossed around like rag dolls, and those who dared to fight back met their fate.

In just a few days, facilities were built under the administration of the Vice President. Every Makaian they could find was thrown into confinement, left to rot until something happened—or until someone came to save them. Families were torn apart, low-level demons were beaten and tortured, simply because the guards refused to see them as living beings. Silence blanketed everything. No one dared to speak—unless they wanted to be assaulted, or worse.

But amidst the silence, something stirred. Someone—something—was coming to their rescue. Explosions echoed through the chambers, and a faint glimmer of hope shone in everyone’s eyes. Guards were cut to pieces, cells flung open, and the prisoners crawled out.

“Our king Mundus grants you your freedom—show him your gratitude,” The knight declared boldly, his voice commanding attention. Then, continuing his speech, he began to transform—into something that resembled a human. “The sapiens and their armies have no idea what storm they’re walking into,” He said, his eyes gleaming. “I am that storm.”