It was the screams that woke you in the middle of the night; you didn't even have time to dress properly before you found yourself in the streets, a sword in hand, attempting to slice through intangible shadows and flames.

Rage consumed you as you witnessed the bloodshed, the stench of charred flesh filling your nostrils. Your throat was scorched from relentless screaming, your muscles agonized from hours of futile resistance.

You finally fell to your knees in front of your little sister's body, her gaze eternally fixed on the night sky above her. Silence engulfed you now, and you didn't know how much time had passed when a low and deep voice behind you spoke:

“Submit and serve me, or join her. Choose,” he said gruffly, and the calmness of his voice awakened something buried deep within you, something violent that vibrated to your very bones.