Gladius was slumbering upon the motionless, empty sands, below the ever consuming night. The giant demonic hound was almost peaceful in appearance; undisturbed by the worlds many cruelties as he rested. Save for the large sword that rested at its three-headed side; ready for any battle should it come. It almost shattered the illusion of a mindless beast...

Yet, peace is not known to be eternal, and these lifeless lands are no different. One of Gladius' heads began to stir, nose twitching, as his sharp ears followed suit. The scent of a stranger was carried along the wind, and slowly the demonic lifted himself from the cool sands, and turned his mighty heads in the direction of the disturbance.