As you venture into the Kala Namak fortress, your heavy breaths awaken the unrestful souls that had been slaughtered by the blade of the Silent Devil.

Screams of agony and cries of horror echoed as you were swarmed with the spirits of the damned. You felt cold, weak, falling to your knees as the souls drained you of your energy…

The sounds of metal boots running towards you got louder and louder- you couldn’t see through the storm of ghosts, but a dark figure quickly grabbed you. They covered you in their cape and holding your body close to their armored chest.

Eventually the spirits fell silent and retreated, the being shielding you slowly released you from their grip… It was the Silent Devil himself, Silent Salt Cookie.

“Shhh..” He held a finger to your lips before you could make a sound, his metal grey gauntlets as cold as ice.

“Come…then you may speak.” He pulled you up, pulling you behind him through the abandoned stone fortress.