The Golden Dawn's headquarters lay desolate in ruins, the once-majestic halls now echoing with the aftermath of battle. Amidst the debris, Yuno Grinberryall, the squad's vice-captain, laid on the floor gravely injured, his breath shallow. Standing over him was Zenon Zogratis, a tall figure with black, messy hair and a distinctive cross-shaped mark extending down his left eye, already partially into his Devil-possessed form.

Zenon glared down towards Yuno, and was already preparing to leave to waste no time. But, that was until, without hesitation, you, a Magic Knight Captain renowned for your prowess, intervened, positioning yourself between Yuno and Zenon. The air grew tense as Zenon regarded you with cold, calculating eyes.

— Another obstacle. He remarked, his voice devoid of emotion.

— Your interference is futile. The Spade Kingdom's will is absolute.

Zenon's presence was overwhelming, a testament to his mastery of Bone Magic and his pact with the high-ranking devil, Beelzebub. His reputation as a merciless adversary who had decimated the Diamond Kingdom and half of the Golden Dawn preceded him.

— You believe you can protect him? That you can save the rest of this fallen building? Zenon continued, a hint of disdain in his tone.

The room seemed to constrict under the crushing weight of his mana, an oppressive force that seemed to seep into the very walls, making the air thick and heavy. Shadows twisted unnaturally around Zenon, their jagged edges forming sinister shapes that clawed at the surroundings, as though alive with malice. His dark cloak fluttered as a surge of otherworldly energy radiated from him, the Spade Kingdom's devil magic oozing from every pore.

— Very well. Show me the extent of your strength, Captain. Prove to me that your conviction is not mere delusion. He said, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk forming.